Rebuked to his face by Li Ping, and seeing Jian Congyou frown, Xu Zhan could not help feeling a stab of panic.
He knew that he was attending a Nascent Soul Formation ceremony held by the Confucian Sect for its newly advanced Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Publicly challenging a guest who had come to offer congratulations was a deliberate slap in the Confucian Sect's face. It would certainly displease cultivators throughout the sect.
As a rogue cultivator, offending the Confucian Sect was an exceedingly foolish move.
But Xu Zhan soon reminded himself that things had already come to this. Once he finished this task, he would defect to the Demonic Path. Why should he worry about all that?
Ignoring Jian Congyou's frown, he immediately turned his gaze on Li Ping and snapped, "A mighty Nascent Soul Cultivator, daring to wag his tongue behind someone's back-are you going to be a petty coward who refuses to own what he's done?
"I ask you again: will you accept this fight or not?"
"Heh..."
Of course Li Ping would not accept.
Knowing there was something wrong with Xu Zhan's challenge, he would have to be out of his mind to agree.
He was not the sort to let hot blood rush to his head and walk into a trap he knew was there.
Besides, everyone knew that when arguing with someone, one must not answer their questions, let alone follow their line of reasoning. Otherwise, it was all too easy to fall into the trap of defending oneself.
The right approach was to question the other person and make them explain themselves!
Xu Zhan had asked whether Li Ping would accept the fight.
Yes or no?
Li Ping would not answer that question. What he would tell Xu Zhan was, "You're a petty man!"