First Meeting with the Asylum

Amid the ambiguous, flirtatious, affectionate, and delightful atmosphere between Qian Baitao and Yimo, even Lu Fengzi had gotten a serious case of sour grapes, not to mention all the other players around them, who were practically drowning in jealousy.

But they didn't come over to strike up a conversation, wanting to see what this clearly formidable Lu Fengzi was going to do.

If this turned into a Shura Field and a player died first, that would be great!

After being ignored, Lu Fengzi finally couldn't take it anymore. He let out a loud roar, and the snow on the ground scattered a little in every direction. Only then did Qian Baitao and Yimo finally notice him.

Qian Baitao seemed unhappy. "What do you want? I'm busy right now!"

Lu Fengzi didn't care that Qian Baitao was unhappy. He said directly, "Orange, I'm glad we've met again!"

"Last time, I lost to you by half a move. This time, I'll definitely beat you!"

"Come on, let's duel!"

Lu Fengzi stood upright atop the thick blanket of snow, dressed in a white scholar's robe. He extended his right hand and struck a fighting pose. He certainly looked the part!

Qian Baitao said, "Uh... who are you?"

Qian Baitao pressed her lips together, looking troubled.

Lu Fengzi asked, "You forgot?"

"Fair enough. You're so strong, after all."

"And I'm just a defeated opponent!"

"Who would remember a defeated opponent?"

"It's fine. Let's just pretend we don't know each other and fight!"

Qian Baitao said, "I don't fight people I don't know!"

Normally, even if Qian Baitao said that, any ordinary person would surely not care and would just attack!

But Lu Fengzi was clearly no ordinary person. Hearing Qian Baitao's words, he muttered to himself, "Oh, so she still thinks people she doesn't