In front of the grand entrance of the Pure Stream Sword Sect, Zhang San and Fang Cunzai rode up on their horses.
Looking at the imposing gate, which even from a distance conveyed a grand aura, Zhang San couldn't help but raise his voice a few degrees.
"Fang, just as we discussed before, we'll challenge the Pure Stream Sword Sect under the guise of a duel, draw everyone out, and take the opportunity to see what the current situation inside the Sect is like, alright?"
Fang Cunzai didn't actually agree with Zhang San's plan, but since he couldn't offer a better one, he had no choice but to come along.
"But... how should we say it?"
"Say what?"
"The words we need to say when we issue the challenge! Isn't there a standard format or something?"
It was then that Fang Cunzai understood Zhang San's meaning, and smiling, he said, "There's no standard format. Just shout: 'Today, I am here to battle the heroes of the Pure Stream Sword Sect, warriors of equal realms are welcome to fight!'"
