"Ah?"
"That guy finally showed up?"
"After all these years, I was practically about to forget what sort of onion he even was—"
When Ling Wuyuan suddenly heard from Su Qingyue that Zheng Fanyi had returned to the public eye and was finally trying to challenge him, those words were his truest reaction.
He had only stopped short of directly asking Su Qingyue who the other party was.
He had not completely forgotten the man after all.
After a brief recollection.
The three words Zheng Fanyi, along with the related information, quickly began to surface in his mind.
Then.
He realized that he was no longer particularly looking forward to the other party's performance.
By every measure.
The man had come far too late.
And Ling Wuyuan was now far stronger than he had ever anticipated.
The opponent was too weak.
He himself was too strong.
Once those two factors came together.
Ling Wuyuan truly found it difficult to muster any real interest in Zheng Fanyi's challenge.
Of course, in the end, with the attitude that things had come to this, Ling Wuyuan still felt a faint trace of anticipation.
Perhaps the other party might bring him some unexpected surprise?
Holding onto that highly unlikely thought, Ling Wuyuan nodded to Su Qingyue and replied:
"Since that guy wants to challenge me, let him choose the time and place himself."
Letting the other party decide the time and place.
Without question, that was practically an act of handing over heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony outright.
Under normal circumstances, it would certainly have been excessively arrogant.
But right now, neither Ling Wuyuan, who spoke those words, nor Su Qingyue, who heard them, believed that a little heaven's timing, earth's advantage, and human harmony could have even the slightest negative effect