"Did those two just reach a consensus like that?" Han Zhu laughed. "Isn't that a little too casual? They're enemies right now."
"Ridiculous." Yao Yueqing snorted coldly.
"I'm rather curious about the Ancient God Clan's secrets as well. The Ancient God Clan of the Thirty-Three Heavens is indeed abnormally powerful. Though the Ancient God Clan bloodline is strong, those who possess only a portion of it should not have been able to grow to such heights," Zhu Chanyi said.
"Is that his excuse for deliberately fighting to a draw? Does he take the battlefield for child's play? Don't forget the task assigned from above!" Qu Lan said.
"Gu Jinghong is no ordinary person, evenly matched with Brother Wen Tian. Even if they continued fighting, it would most likely end in a draw. What's wrong with stopping now?"
Zhu Chanyi explained on Gu Wentian's behalf. Her gaze met Qu Lan's, and sparks flew again.
"Why do you two quarrel whenever there's nothing better to do? Wouldn't it be nicer to find a place and sleep?"
Yan Fei had already set up a bed and lay down. He had even thoughtfully brought a pink eye mask, decorated with a pair of big laughing eyes tilted into slits.
"Argue if you want, but don't disturb my sleep. Otherwise, I'll beat every last one of you up." Yan Fei shifted into another position, and faint snores soon sounded.
Only then did Zhu Chanyi and Qu Lan withdraw their gazes.
Yan Fei was the young clan leader of the Yan Imperial Clan and a Heavenly Prodigy of his generation. They still had to give him some face.
"Sleeping anywhere again... Doesn't he ever consider who his next opponent might be?" Han Zhu laughed, feeling that Yan Fei was far too casual.
Judging from the four