Red Mountain Forest Sea, Morning Dawn Cave.
Inside the main hall, a middle-aged cultivator with a goatee looked at Liu Changhai, wondering what had gotten into him.
He withdrew his gaze from the simpleton and sized up the young cultivator behind him.
His manner was reasonably polite. "How should I address you, fellow Daoist?"
"Song."
Song Yan toyed with a token in his hand. He would need it for the duel.
"Fellow Daoist Song, Fellow Daoist Ding Jun is indeed not in secluded cultivation. Are you certain you wish to challenge him?"
This was not kindness on his part. Whether these people lived or died had nothing to do with him; he was merely making the routine confirmation.
"Yes. I'm certain."
Liu Changhai had already explained the rules to him. If his opponent lost, the cave abode would belong to him, and no other cultivator could challenge him for three years.
If he lost, he would also have to pay a price, but that would have to be discussed once his opponent arrived.
The duel itself had no rules. No methods were forbidden, and there was no time limit. They only needed to determine a winner.
Killing was permitted.
Song Yan had not known Liu Changhai long. Naturally, he would not go out of his way to do anything specifically for him.
But first, he did indeed need a cave abode for secluded cultivation. Second, Ding Jun's connections were rather interesting.
He himself was a member of the Red Mountain Association, which should have been of little significance, but his aunt's husband was a False Core Realm cultivator.
Song Yan had only just arrived. Perhaps this was a good opportunity to gauge, through the Red Mountain Association's response, just how chaotic the Red Mountain Forest Sea was.
Seeing Song Yan's