When Dugu Yan heard Huang Yun's words, she did not deny it. She merely turned her head and said softly, "It's him."
Her voice was quiet, but everyone present heard her clearly.
Yu Tianheng's face darkened completely.
He stared at Huang Yun for several moments, his gaze sweeping over that impossibly young face, then said coldly, "I didn't know you liked pretty boys. Especially ones this young."
Dugu Yan frowned, her voice colder than before. "That's none of your business."
"Hmph." Yu Tianheng sneered. His gaze returned to Huang Yun, and he made no attempt to hide the pressure of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor as he bore down on him. "Boy, do you dare fight me? If you lose, stay away from Yan Yan."
Huang Yun stood beneath the moonlight, his expression unchanged.
The pressure of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor did not even amount to a breeze to him. He had time to flex his wrist before replying casually, "And if I win?"
"If you win, I'll never bother Yan Yan again."
Huang Yun tilted his head as though seriously considering the offer.
Then he shook his head, undisguised disdain in his voice. "Not enough."
Yu Tianheng frowned. "What do you want?"
"You'll also pay me a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins for emotional distress."
Yu Tianheng's pupils contracted sharply before anger surged up. "A hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins? Why don't you just rob me?"
Huang Yun spread his hands, speaking as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Why rob you when I can get it fair and square?"
He took a step forward and looked calmly at Yu Tianheng. "You don't have to agree. You're the one who wants to fight, not me. Or are you afraid you'll lose? Don't have confidence in yourself?"