"Me?"
Ye Qingchen sat there, a look of disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe it.
And not just him.
Ye Qing, Yu Luoxuan, Han Yue Ran, Wen Sixian, as well as the disciples of the Divine Palace present—none of them had ever imagined that someone would actually challenge Ye Qingchen?
"Yes, you. Don't tell me you're scared?"
The young man said arrogantly.
Ye Qingchen shook his head helplessly and looked over at Yu Luoxuan. However, before Yu Luoxuan could speak, Zhou Wu spoke up in a bland tone:
"Elder Yu, it's just a spar between disciples. Everyone will show restraint. Since the challenge has already been issued—since we're cultivators, bearing weapons and hot blood in our chests—we shouldn't be refusing a challenge, should we?"
Earlier during the Dao discussion, Yu Luoxuan had gotten the upper hand, which had left Zhou Wu a bit embarrassed. So now, not only did he not stop this, he instead fanned the flames.
