"Oh!"
Luo Qingyun looked calmly at Yan Li across from him: "Senior, please forgive me for not accepting your kindness. I bear a heavy responsibility for my sect, and if I surrender like this, I will inevitably be punished with copying a hundred times when I return."
Yan Li heard Luo Qingyun's words and a sinister smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, not because Yan Li was inherently vicious, but because his expressionless face made any smile seem ghastly.
"Ha, you think you can beat me?"
"Well, I heard that you advanced through the Central Plains District without a single opponent and even defeated Zheng Tianlong, one of the Central Plains Ten Horses from the last tournament."
"Just luck, just luck."
Yan Li looked at Luo Qingyun's composed expression and sneered: "You know what I hate most about your so-called acclaimed sects?"
"Hypocrisy."
"Never mind, since you insist on testing your weight, I'll oblige you. Zheng Tianlong, ha."
