Watching the Feng Family man leave in frustration, the blush on Dong Xuan'er's lovely face faded considerably. She thanked him softly, her breath fragrant as orchids.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Fang. Senior Brother Feng has been pestering me endlessly, and because of the relationship between our families, I could not reject him too bluntly."
"You're too polite, Junior Sister Xuan'er."
Fang Yu chuckled indifferently at her words, yet the arm around Dong Xuan'er's soft, full willow waist did not loosen. It had to be said that although Dong Xuan'er was not as beautiful as Nie Ying,
the feel of her figure was truly enough to stir one's desires. Still, she held little attraction for Fang Yu. It simply felt comfortable.
"Senior Brother, who do you think will win?"
Suddenly, Nie Ying, her brows furrowed, parted her red lips and interrupted the rather ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
It gave Fang Yu the feeling of reliving the battlefield of romance from his previous life, though only for an instant.
After all, neither woman had any intimate relationship with him, so it could not really be called such a battlefield.
"The Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator."
After some thought, Fang Yu glanced once more at the two already fighting on the arena and answered.
Before his voice had faded, Yan Yu beside him showed a trace of displeasure.
"Senior Brother Fang, it is too early to say that. This cousin of mine possesses profound Dao techniques and can rank among the top ten in the Martial Practice Hall. He will certainly make the other side pay."
As though to verify Yan Yu's words, the Swallow Feather Fort Foundation Establishment cultivator on the arena was gripping a greenish-yellow paper fan with both hands and laboriously waving it again and again at his opponent.
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