"There are plenty more?"
Fang Tong stared at Jiang Xiaobai in disbelief. It felt like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, and his body swayed uncontrollably. "All just as difficult?"
"Yes!"
Jiang Xiaobai nodded earnestly. "So, want another go?"
"N-no... no more. I wouldn't dare!"
Fang Tong's lips trembled. "I... concede. Completely!"
When Fang Tong said those words, the young man and woman beside him were both visibly moved.
They knew all too well how difficult it was to make Fang Tong say something like that.
Indeed, Fang Tong was proud to his very bones.
Normally, if someone said so much as a single word he disliked, he would argue back on the spot.
Getting him to concede to someone in matching couplets was even harder.
Yet now, Fang Tong had not only bowed his head, but admitted defeat aloud.
That alone showed just how deeply this blow had struck him.
"Heir Jiang..."
Fang Tong raised his head again and looked at Jiang Xiaobai. "Our Azure Robe Society has someone of extraordinary talent. The two of you... might be evenly matched!"
"Oh, I'm not interested!"
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head.
After all, he had five thousand years of cultural heritage behind him.
There were countless literary masterpieces passed down through the ages.
With that backing... whoever came would be out of luck!
"All right!"
Hearing that Jiang Xiaobai truly had no interest, Fang Tong gave a bitter smile and said nothing more. Instead, he waved to the young man and woman.
"You two talk to Heir Jiang. Let me... recover for a moment!"
With that, Fang Tong walked off to one side.
The young man sighed, then looked at Jiang Xiaobai and spoke first. "Heir Jiang, I heard the delegations from Qi and Northern Yu will arrive in the capital