"Young Master Lin, Zhou Feng is of inferior strength and is no match for you. Please show some mercy!" The next second, Xuu Zhan stood up, clasped his hands together, and said earnestly.
"How can that be? After all, the fact that my brother was seriously injured by a disciple of the Burning Heaven Sect is true. Tell me, do you think this young master would believe that a disciple of Burning Heaven Sect has low strength?" Lin Qiming snorted, "Could it be that this disciple from the Burning Heaven Sect is disrespecting me, looking down on me, and unwilling to have a friendly spar with me?"
Xuu Zhan clenched his teeth. Despite the frustration, he continued politely, "Young Master Lin, Zhou Feng really is no match for you!"
"Whether he is or not, we'll only know after we spar! What, does the Great Elder think so little of me that I'm not even qualified to spar with your esteemed sect's disciple?" Lin Qiming was relentless, his face growing colder.
