When Ding Yuqin did not take up her thread, Ding Zhanyun smiled faintly. Without getting angry, she said unhurriedly,
"Oh, you're quite straightforward. Looks like you really haven't been doing well lately.
"Fine, then I'll speak plainly. What do you think of Dragon City compared to my Brother Zhao?"
Ding Yuqin's face darkened. There was no pleasant expression on her beautiful face, and she had lost that captivating radiance as well. She said,
"What exactly do you mean? Meng Zhao is Meng Zhao, and Dragon City is Dragon City. They are both the foremost geniuses of this age. Without truly fighting each other, how can anyone tell who is stronger?"
"Haha, you can actually say something like that? Ding Yuqin, you really are a dead duck with a hard beak.
"Let's not mention anything else. Last time at Sister-in-law's place, she wanted to see whose martial arts were stronger, my Brother Zhao's or Dragon City's, and have them compete. Your Dragon City only dared to spar lightly, while my Brother Zhao feared no challenge. He disdained such an act of covering one's ears while stealing a bell. If they were going to fight, they should fight openly and honorably, before all the heroes of the realm, and decide who stood above the other.
"In the end, your Dragon City avoided battle. Wasn't it because his courage failed him, because he was afraid of my Brother Zhao?
"Even in martial arts, the thing Dragon City prides himself on most, he was like this. There's even less need to mention other aspects. Even if Brother Zhao gave him a head start, he could still crush him to death. Don't you think I'm right?"
Though Ding Zhanyun's every word was unpleasant, they were all facts. Ding Yuqin was neither deaf nor a fool;