"Strange." Chu Liang mumbled, "Do we have a feud?"
What's the deal with me being provoked out of the blue?
At this point, Wang Xuanling meaningfully said: "You have no enmity with him, neither does Shu Mountain with Fuyao Country."
"Now I get it." Chu Liang immediately understood.
No need to think, it must be another grudge caused by his master.
Wang Xuanling pointed across the arena, the leader for Fuyao Country was a tall middle-aged woman, her face cold, her skin like snow, dressed in a black bodice and tightly fitting clothes, with hair just covering half of her eyes.
"That is Han Lingshuang from Fuyao Country's Yu Bo Mansion, who has been managing the internal affairs of the mansion for years and holds a high position." Wang Xuanling introduced, "Your master and she once attended the Immortal Sect Assembly together and she was made to cry in the arena by your master."
