Her cheeks turned crimson. She stood there, stunned for a moment, before nodding and stepping away, casting a glare at Fan Ying before leaving alongside Dong Tao.
Fan Ying watched them disappear, then turned back to Feng Fan. "You really are a charming boy, aren't you?"
Feng Fan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I try. So, when do we leave?"
"No rush," she said. "The battle will take place in the same location as the previous challenge. For now, just cultivate. I'll call for you when the time comes."
Feng Fan looked up at the sky, where Long Liu had vanished.
"Great," he muttered. "More time to prepare for a fight I never wanted."
But somewhere deep inside, he felt a familiar stir of excitement. Because even if he complained, he still lived for the thrill.
He wanted to test his new arrays in a battle.
In the weeks leading up to the challenge, Feng Fan didn't spend his time in cultivation. Instead, he dove headfirst into experimentation.
