Zhang Yan smiled faintly, flicked his sleeve, and turned back to the Dharma Platform, settling down as he said, "The token talisman is already in my possession, what need is there to duel further with you?"
Xie Ke Ming was momentarily taken aback, calming down slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on Zhang Yan. He took out his own token talisman from his sleeve bag, tossed it to the ground, and pointed, saying, "Here lies a token talisman, are you willing to duel with me? If you win, feel free to take it. If you lose, I demand that you and my senior sister pay with your lives!"
His last words were filled with hatred, as if squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Zhang Yan chuckled lightly and shook his head.
Xie Ke Ming shouted angrily, "Are you perhaps afraid?"
Zhang Yan's gaze shifted, he raised his eyebrows and said, "It is not that I look down on Master Zhou, can you decide the fate of this token talisman?"
