"Erm, little maiden-"
Qiuxiang Hanyu interrupted Lu Qingyun with a soft chuckle, "Big brother, do not think of me as a little maiden but an opponent. Why are you hesitating? Are you afraid of losing? I've heard that you're only a lowly first realm cultivator."
Lu Qingyun: …
"I've heard that you have a divine sword. Are you afraid that even with a divine sword that is in your hands, you will lose to me?"
Lu Qingyun: …
"Or are you afraid of losing face in front of your master? Afraid of losing the face of your Heavens Ridge Villa?"
Lu Qingyun: …
"Are you afraid?"
"Or are you a coward?"
"Or a chicken?"
"You have no guts?"
Lu Qingyun had finally unsheathed his sword from his spatial ring.
Qiuxiang Hanyu looked pleased and smiled, "Finally you have the courage to fight me."
But when she saw his sword, she looked a little disappointed for it was only a normal precious sword and not a divine sword that she was expecting to see.
But Qin Keqin was startled.
