Yu Hao snapped irritably, "An eighth-grade artifact can be arranged, but there's no way you get to choose it! Do you think the Bureau of Celestial Observation is owned by my family? That artifacts can just be taken at will?"
Xiao Fan wore a faint smile, warm and sunny. "That's not my concern. Isn't your father the Grand Chancellor, with his hands reaching everywhere? How you get it is your problem."
"You...! Then tell me first—which artifact do you want?!" Yu Hao asked through gritted teeth.
Xiao Fan thought for a moment. "I don't know... I'll leave it owed for now."
Yu Hao lost his temper. "When do we begin?"
"Hmm... I have important matters to handle during this time, and I need to consolidate my cultivation in preparation for the Nine Provinces Martial Tournament... Let's wait until after the Nine Provinces Martial Tournament is over." Xiao Fan sorted through his thoughts a little before speaking.
"That works... I need to hurry and prepare as well." Yu Hao looked utterly serious.
That left Xiao Fan and Ji Xuanyuan completely dumbfounded... He hadn't been hit in the head just now, so how had his brain gone bad?
Who would have thought that before the scar had even healed, Yu Hao had already forgotten the pain. "I refuse to believe every martial artist participating in the Nine Provinces Martial Tournament is as strong as you! I still have a chance to rise to prominence and make my name known across the land!"
With that, he turned magnificently—only to lose his footing and nearly fall flat on his face... Then he limped out of Cloud Rest Garden...
Yes, in Yu Hao's understanding, Xiao Fan was an exception. Martial artists as strong as him would surely be as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin