"You youngsters, making everything so mysterious! Now this old man might not get a wink of sleep tonight," Mang Qianchi grumbled indignantly.
Lei Dong merely gave a bitter smile without saying anything. He lowered his head and drank, as though he had heard nothing.
Lei Dong put the matter aside, then looked at Long Xiao with some hesitation. "Brother Long Xiao, to be honest, I can't see through you at all, but my hands are itching to exchange a few moves with you. Would you give me the chance?"
Long Xiao smiled and rose to his feet. "I've been wanting to see just how strong the Lei Clan's prodigy is, too."
The Ancient Eight Clans might become the main force resisting the Nine Nether army in the future. He could make contact through Lei Dong for now; the rest could wait until he went to the Central Plains.
The two exchanged a glance, each reading the fighting spirit in the other's eyes.
The moment he heard there would be a spectacle, Mang Qianchi, that old imp, clapped and cheered. Everyone else grew interested as well and voiced their agreement.
"We can't let loose here, or Jia Nan Academy won't withstand it. Why don't we both suppress our cultivation to one-star Dou Ling and spar?"
Long Xiao froze when he heard Lei Dong's suggestion.
Xiao Huohuo and Curly also pointed meaningfully at Lei Dong and muttered, "Look, look, look. There's no saving this guy."
Curly also expressed his agreement, giving Lei Dong a pitying look. He actually wanted to fight their big brother at the same cultivation level?
"All right."
Left with no choice, Long Xiao could only agree.
Seeing Long Xiao agree, Lei Dong secretly rejoiced. The Lei Clan's people were born fighters. He knew Long Xiao's strength was extraordinary,