The Blond Youth raised an eyebrow and asked, half joking, "You're making such a lively fuss. Does the Crimson Church know?"
At this, a shadow of depth flickered through Chen Zixiu's eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice low. "They're welcome to come 'again.'"
The Blond Youth arched one eyebrow and chuckled. "Oh, now that's interesting. Very interesting indeed."
Just then, the fierce clash of energies rang out overhead.
Chen Cong and She Yaolei had clashed again. Ripples of energy surged through the air like waves, drawing the gazes of everyone in the square upward.
Watching the battle overhead, the Blond Youth sighed. "That youngster She has fought your boy Little Cong three times and lost all three. Only the first bout went a little better—both of them came away wounded."
"Judging by how this one is going, he'll probably lose again."
Chen Zixiu sipped his tea and said calmly, "Senior, I'm not boasting, but no matter how many times that child from the Snake Lance She Family fights him, the result will be the same."
"The higher their ranks, the wider the gap between him and my son Chen Cong will become."
The Blond Youth rolled his eyes, looking somewhat unconvinced. "I know. A Sword Formation Master, right? The higher his rank, the greater his power, naturally."
He paused, then added, "Still, it depends on how he performs in an actual fight."
Chen Zixiu smiled and raised a cup of wine to him. "The key is that my boy is also particularly good at studying his opponents."
The Blond Youth gave two grunts and drained his cup. "Speaking of which, this is my first time tasting Wine Reishi Wine of the ninth grade."
"After a few cups, even these old bones of mine felt some improvement and recovery. It truly