"Fellow Daoist Ning's cultivation is truly profound. I benefited greatly from today's exchange. If the opportunity arises, let us spar more in the future."
After announcing the result, Tang Yu walked over and reached out to shake Ning Qingyan's hand.
The moment his hand extended toward her—
Ning Qingyan swiftly pulled her hand back, retreating two steps as she glared at Tang Yu. "What are you doing?"
"Shaking hands and making peace. We don't have any deep-seated grudge, so it's only proper to show some goodwill after a spar."
Tang Yu replied with a smile.
"What peace do I need to make with you..."
Ning Qingyan's voice grew quieter as she spoke. If he had been overbearing and unreasonable, she could have treated him with cold indifference.
But his courteous attitude made her feel as though she had punched a wad of cotton, unable to exert any force.
Looking at his smiling face, Ning Qingyan felt utterly stifled.
Unwilling to owe him a favor, she looked at the crowd below the stage and said, "It wasn't a draw. I lost to Tang Yu."
Then she looked back at Tang Yu. "You may state your condition, provided it does not violate my bottom line."
After all, he was one of those fiends from the Joyous Union Sect.
What if he asked her to dual cultivate with him and harvest her primordial yin or something...
That was absolutely out of the question!
Some of the male cultivators below immediately cast lecherous looks at Tang Yu.
They had all watched the jade slip recordings.
At this moment, they were all secretly guessing what shameless demand Tang Yu would make.
It was fortunate that Tang Yu could not hear their thoughts, or he would have grabbed them and beaten them senseless.
*I, Tang, am