"If it's a matter of serving the young lady, I'm naturally willing. But you say that boy can defeat you? That I don't believe!"
"I want to fight that Saint Son of Spirit Hall. If he wins, I'll submit to Lady Yuehua!"
Tai Tan spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, his gaze carrying a stubborn refusal to concede.
In truth, he had already acknowledged Tang Yuehua in his heart-she was the old sect master's own flesh and blood, after all, and her character and bearing far surpassed Tang Hao's and Tang Xiao's.
But he had just argued with Niu Gao until his face and neck turned red. He could hardly swallow his pride and agree outright, so he turned the conversation toward Su Yu instead.
Niu Gao's eyes immediately lit up. Turning to Bai He and Yang Wudi beside him, he called out:
"Old White Bird, Old Goat, what about you two?"
Bai He stroked his beard, his gaze flickering a few times as he exchanged a look with Yang Wudi.
Yang Wudi remained as cold as ever, but he spoke first, his voice dry:
"If he wants us to submit, this Su Yu will have to show some real ability."
Bai He nodded in agreement. "We'll go take a look with you and see just how capable this Saint Son of Spirit Hall really is."
"Good, good, good!"
Niu Gao smiled so broadly that his face creased all over. Knowing the matter was already seven or eight parts settled, he waved his large hand.
"Then let's get going!"
With that, he led the way with long, brisk strides. Tai Tan followed in silence, while Bai He and Yang Wudi walked side by side.
They headed toward the Defense Clan's Training Ground.
At the Defense Clan's Training Ground, the flagstones