Looking at the challenge letter placed on the desk, Wang Hao sank into deep thought.
Zhao Yuqing, like an unsettled cat, nuzzled into his embrace.
She looked up at Wang Hao, blinked her eyes, and asked, "Is that a battle invitation from Miyamon Kai?"
Wang Hao nodded and replied, "Yes, he's challenged me to a duel at West Lake three days from now—to the death!"
After a brief pause, Zhao Yuqing spoke, "Miyamon Kai is the successor of the Sword Saint Miyamon Zang. Are you confident you can defeat him?"
Wang Hao thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "No, but... I will not be defeated, either!"
Hearing Wang Hao's words, Zhao Yuqing's clear eyes rippled with a trace of complex emotions.
"So are you going to accept the challenge?"
Wang Hao arched his eyebrows and responded, "Yes, why wouldn't I go? Since he's made a move, I must respond."
Zhao Yuqing's mouth opened to say something, but feeling it wasn't quite right, she swallowed her words.
