Although Dugu was brimming with enthusiasm, Chen Changsheng did not particularly want to take Dugu's sword.
"No, why are you all always fixated on me?"
"I've said it countless times: I'm not good at fighting. Why do you keep looking for me?"
Seeing Chen Changsheng's speechless expression, Dugu said, "The Undertaker Lineage has produced outstanding talents in droves."
"You have taught so many experts that the people under heaven who wish to challenge you outnumber the fish in rivers and lakes."
"Unfortunately, in those earlier years, your attitude toward cultivation was far too lax."
"The gap in our realms was right there, and people like us could not bring ourselves to seek you out for a match."
"Now that you have decided to step onto the stage yourself, how could I not personally ask you for a few pointers?"
Faced with Dugu's reasoning, Chen Changsheng was even more speechless.
"I've only just emerged from seclusion. I haven't even prepared any magic treasures yet. What am I supposed to use to fight you—"
"I can wait!"
"How much time do you need to prepare your magic treasures?"
Dugu directly cut Chen Changsheng off, then said seriously, "A thousand years is fine. Ten thousand years is fine too."
"As long as I can fight you, this much time is worth waiting for."
Hearing that, Chen Changsheng smacked his lips. "Then wait until I undergo the Emperor Tribulation."
"I have quite a lot to do right now, so I don't have time to spar with you all for the moment."
"But let me make this clear first: when you and the others come to fight me, it can only be a spar. It absolutely cannot involve any Great Dao Contention."
"Because I don't want to fight you to the death!"
"Fine!"
Dugu agreed