At the time when the Red Sun Martial Venerate sent a letter of challenge to Pei Xuanjing, he had already prepared to leave the capital.
After debating with Ye Daoyuan for some time, Pei Xuanjing did not continue his deliberate cultivation, but instead consolidated what he had learned, integrating everything he had studied.
"Next September on the ninth?" Pei Xuanjing looked at the letter of challenge in his hand.
There was only one word on the letter: Battle!
The signature in iron and silver ink was filled with the intense combat intent of the Red Sun Martial Venerate. Most Celestial tier combatants would likely be intimidated by the terrifying presence of the letter.
A smile appeared at the corner of Pei Xuanjing's mouth as he said coolly, "It's impolite not to reciprocate, so if the Martial Venerate has given me a gift, I should retaliate with a gift of my own."
He took out a piece of rice paper and wrote one word: Sure!
