"Erm, little maiden-"
Qiuxiang Hanyu interrupted Lu Qingyun with a soft chuckle, "Big brother, do not think of me as a little maiden but an opponent. Why are you hesitating? Are you afraid of losing? I've heard that you're only a lowly first realm cultivator."
Lu Qingyun: …
"I've heard that you have a divine sword. Are you afraid that even with a divine sword that is in your hands, you will lose to me?"
Lu Qingyun: …
"Or are you afraid of losing face in front of your master? Afraid of losing the face of your Heavens Ridge Villa?"
Lu Qingyun: …
"Are you afraid?"
"Or are you a coward?"
"Or a chicken?"
"You have no guts?"
Lu Qingyun had finally unsheathed his sword from his spatial ring.
Qiuxiang Hanyu looked pleased and smiled, "Finally you have the courage to fight me."
