"You!" The green-clad girl's cheeks flushed with anger. A flash of cold light flickered in her hand, and a short sword appeared.
Seeing this, Old Zhang hurriedly stepped between them. "Let's talk this out. Let's talk this out..."
The green-clad girl pointed at Wang Xian and snapped, "You think you're worthy of fighting me?"
Wang Xian shook his head and pointed at Wang Qiang, who was grinning behind her. "I meant him."
"What?" The green-clad girl cried out in surprise. "Senior Brother Wang Qiang's cultivation is far beyond mine. Are you asking for your own death?"
Dongfang Mingyue's eyes glimmered as she smiled faintly. "Wang Xian, have you gone mad?"
Wang Xian's expression shifted slightly. He waved at Old Zhang. "Master, I haven't slept in a day and a night. I need to rest first. Whatever the matter, we can talk about it tomorrow."
With that, he paid no further attention to the people in the courtyard. He found an empty room and let himself in.
Just as the green-clad girl was about to chase after him, the door slammed shut with a bang.
Dongfang Mingyue turned to Old Zhang and smiled sweetly. "Senior, I'm a little hungry. Could we find somewhere to have a drink? There are some things I'd like to ask you about."
The girl was sharp-witted. Seeing how exhausted Wang Xian looked, she decided not to press him any further.
Perhaps she thought that as long as she kept a close eye on Old Zhang, Wang Xian wouldn't be able to escape her grasp, no matter what.
Old Zhang was taken aback. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Then what about tomorrow's fight..."
Wang Qiang stepped forward and cupped his hands. "I'll take the fight tomorrow!"
"So be it!"
Seeing that the other side had