While Fang Shu secluded himself in the Scripture Repository, broadening his knowledge and honing his methods, word that he was about to contend with a Chang Family scion for a direct disciple position swiftly spread throughout the Immortal City.
Naturally, the first to receive reliable news was Chang Feng himself, the Chang Family scion.
Dwelling within a cavern on an immortal mountain, he received the reminder for the duel at nearly the same moment as Fang Shu.
"Nine days from now?"
Chang Feng used his divine sense and slowly opened his eyes.
A faint smile appeared on his face. "Still, he is a clever man. He did not choose to drag things out any longer."
He was no fool. At once, he realized that Fang Shu must have come to his senses after the probing by the Yuan Family Patriarch and the others, learned that Chang Feng was inseparably connected to the matter behind it all, and thus made a decisive choice to accept the challenge immediately.
Chang Feng muttered again:
"However, your true qi cultivation has already been laid bare. You had not even cultivated the Three Lights Divine Water before forcing your way out of seclusion.
"No matter how clever you are, what can that possibly make up for?"
Closing his eyes, he entered meditation once more.
Though only nine days remained and he had already cultivated the Three Lights Divine Water, such a short span could not be squandered. It would be best to temper his true qi a little further.
The only thing Chang Feng found regrettable was this.
Not long after cultivating the divine water, he had asked the ancestor to intervene because he had intended for the Yellow Wolf Immortal to directly grant him the position of direct disciple. Yet now, it seemed that