Dongfang Yinghao's expression froze. Clearly, he had not received any news that Liu Yanqing would be coming as well.
"Ah? Why are you here too?"
"What kind of thing is that to say? What do you mean, 'why am I here too'? You make it sound like you're unhappy to see me!"
"Hehe..."
The corners of Dongfang Yinghao's mouth twitched as he forced a smile. He had not forgotten that match from over a year ago.
He had clearly won at the time, yet Liu Yanqing had refused to accept it, saying it did not count. So the two fought another round. After losing, she claimed she had made a mistake and demanded a rematch...
Left with no other choice, he defeated her three more times. That did it—the girl flopped onto the ground and burst into tears.
Dongfang Yinghao had been dumbfounded at the time, thinking, Little sister, why are you competing with me for the crying scene too?
In the end, the elders from both sides had stepped in to settle the matter, and he had received a thorough scolding from his ancestor because of it.
"You little brat! You'd already won so many times. Would it kill you to lose once?"
"Ah? Ancestor, didn't you say that the best way to respect an opponent was to go all out?"
"You... ah! How can those be the same thing? She... sigh... you infuriate this old man to death!"
The intentions of the elders from both the Fuyao Sect and the Dongfang Family could not have been more obvious: they wanted to bring these two prodigies together.
This was not a groundless attempt at matchmaking. Rather, Mystic Insight Venerable of Yantian Palace had used the Great Evolution Dao Method to deduce that they were a match made of gold