As Ye Feng sized up Han Zhen, Han Zhen was assessing Ye Feng as well; it was clear that Han Zhen also knew Ye Feng was an Ancient Martial Artist, and like him, a martial master.
"It was you who sent Zhang Liwei, wasn't it? You're interested in that item too?" Now that he knew Ye Feng's identity, Han Zhen no longer kept his intentions secret and openly admitted it.
"That's right, Brother Zhang has given the item to me, and I advise you to hand it over quickly, or don't blame me for being rude." Ye Feng clenched his fists, displaying a very unhappy expression.
True, Ye Feng had not easily located the pattern within the Disk but to have it snatched up by another was infuriating, wasn't it?
"There's a rule in the Ancient Martial World: only the winner is qualified. Want the item? Beat me first," Han Zhen said. He clearly wasn't going to hand over the item so readily, instead presenting the rules of the Ancient Martial World, treating Ye Feng as a fellow Martial Artist.
