"Do you dare?"
"For me, it's only a matter of whether I want to or not, not whether I dare."
"I wonder what you want me to do?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
Hearing Chen Changan's words, Meng Guyao furrowed her brow. After all, his answer had been rather ambiguous.
He hadn't said whether he dared. He'd only said whether he wanted to.
That meant whether Chen Changan would ultimately do what they expected still depended on his own wishes.
"Do you... want to surpass Zhang Junhao?"
Meng Guyao's question stirred something in Chen Changan. Here it comes!
Chen Changan had been waiting for them to come around to this idea!
"I'm sure there are plenty of people in Tianfeng who want to surpass Zhang Junhao."
"We're all cultivators. In literary pursuits, there's no single greatest; in martial arts, there can only be one victor. Who wouldn't want to stand at the very top?"
"But I know my own limits. Right now, there's still a huge gap between him and me."
"But there's no rush. Give me enough time, and Zhang Junhao won't be my match." Chen Changan spoke with a cold laugh.
Seeing Chen Changan's confidence and arrogance, Meng Guyao couldn't help but sigh inwardly. If Zhang Junhao had been like this, perhaps the two of them wouldn't have ended up here.
Beauty loved a hero. Zhang Junhao loved Meng Guyao, but what mattered more to her was her adoration of heroes; her admiration for Zhang Junhao had outweighed her love for him.
She wanted the man she loved to be someone who dominated the world, proud and untamed.
But after spending a long time with Zhang Junhao, she realized he was utterly unlike the lover she had imagined—not even a little bit like him.
Zhang Junhao was