"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I was wondering who it was—turns out it's little Stone. What's this? You came all the way from the Central Region just to cause trouble for my junior brother?"
"Well, now you've hit a wall in my junior brother's hands and don't know what to do, do you?"
"Aren't you ashamed of acting like this?"
Before Shi Haofeng could speak, a voice dripping with mockery drifted into his ears from afar.
Shi Haofeng looked up.
Yun Qiyue stood there with her arms folded, watching him with a teasing expression.
"Yun Qiyue."
"Aren't you supposed to be receiving the inheritance at the Mystic Pass? What are you doing here?"
"You came all this way just to cause trouble for my junior brother?"
"You really are boring."
Seeing that Shi Haofeng had no reaction, Yun Qiyue continued.
"You're merely someone I defeated. What right do you have to talk to me like that?"
Shi Haofeng narrowed his eyes at Yun Qiyue.
"Someone you defeated? You still remember that? As the Shadow Ghost Sage's sole personal disciple, your mind is truly pitifully small."
"Fine, fine, fine, I admit it. I'm someone you defeated, yes, yes, yes."
"So, my junior brother already said it: if you want to fight, then we fight to the death. If you don't, then get lost."
Yun Qiyue curled her lip, looking at Shi Haofeng with utter disdain.
These words turned Shi Haofeng's face livid.
Looking at the two of them, he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off.
It was wrong to make a move, but it was also wrong not to.
If he fought, then winning would be fine—but if he lost, he would lose all face.
Before fighting Ye Lin, he had been quite confident.
But after that brief exchange just now,