Ye Fan and Mengyao exchanged an amused glance, feeling rather helpless about Ling Xue's unexpected provocation.
Ling Xue wasn't standing up for the so-called scum Guan Feitian; it was purely for the prestige of the gambling god lineage, a conveniently fitting excuse.
"Literary duel? How does that work?" Ye Fan asked blandly.
"Naturally, it's decided by gambling skills," Ling Xue said as a matter of course.
"Using your strength against others' weaknesses and still sounding so dignified, do you have any shame?" Ye Fan said softly.
