Qiao Lin did not quite understand what he had said so well, but since the Marquis had praised him, how could it be wrong?
After some thought, he cautiously said, "The Marquis has come to the grasslands on official business and is quite busy. I do not know whether you can spare the time to accept the challenge... How should I reply?"
That was an exceedingly polished way of putting it.
But Jiang Wang had none of Qiao Lin's many considerations.
Before he departed, the Emperor of Qi had said that if he was confident, he might as well spar a little more.
Who would dare claim confidence against Dou Zhao?
But who could bear to miss an opportunity to face Dou Zhao?
"The moment I heard Dou Zhao's name, my fighting spirit became unbearable!" Jiang Wang said. "But I have only just returned from the Border Wasteland and need a few days to readjust and recover to my peak state."
He pondered for a moment. "Write him a reply for me. Set the battle for the twenty-fourth of June. He may choose the location."
"Me, me, me!" Huang Sheli cried eagerly. "I'll arrange the duel site. I guarantee it will be fair, impartial, safe, and secluded, so you can both fight to your heart's content!"
Jiang Wang smiled. "I choose the time, and Dou Zhao chooses the place. Only that counts as fair."
"Then I apply to watch the battle!" Huang Sheli said, blinking her eyes. "You wouldn't leave me out, would you?"
For someone with Huang's usual overbearing big-sister aura, blinking here and playing pitiful was truly hard for anyone to withstand.
"If Miss Huang has the time..."
"When would I not have time?" Huang Sheli twisted about in a rather strange, coy manner. "Murong handles the envoy