By laying down a challenge, Tu Mingshan naturally meant that the two of them would fight it out.
When the time came, the victor would win, and the loser would lose.
This was how Spirit Tamers settled many disputes and conflicts. More often than not, it was about the people rather than the issue, with everything decided by the outcome of their battle.
"Young Master Fang, have you finished your tea?" When Fang Qianyuan and the others came out, Lin Ziguan and his companions were already waiting outside.
Like Tu Mingshan's attendants, they had not gone in. Instead, they had stayed in the hall downstairs, drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting about everything under the sun.
At the same time, however, they had kept a vigilant eye on the activity upstairs, ready to rush up if a fight broke out.
Yet everything had remained calm until Fang Qianyuan and the others reappeared.
"Yes. Let's go," Fang Qianyuan said casually to them.
Lin Ziguan asked instinctively, "Where to?"
"The North City Training Ground," Tu Mingshan answered.
Lin Ziguan gave him a puzzled glance, only to hear Fang Qianyuan say, "We'll follow them."
"Hm? What's going on?" At this, everyone realized something was amiss and hurried to ask.
Fang Qianyuan briefly recounted the discussion upstairs.
"Something like that actually happened? Tu Mingshan is far too biased toward his fiancée!"
"What reasonableness? He makes it sound nice, but it's still the same old aristocratic clan wastrel routine!"
"He learned Young Master Fang's identity and still tried to force a sale? And when that failed, he actually had the gall to talk about settling the dispute!"
The members of the Wind Pursuit Hall were all filled with righteous indignation.
"I think Tu Mingshan did this deliberately!" Chang Yang quietly transmitted his voice to them.