"What do I want to do? What do you mean by what I want to do? I just said it casually. Your Tian Ke Sect has only just arrived, we've been here for a whole day already. You sure have a lot of face, it seems you have full confidence in this Grand Competition." Ling Yun said.
"Hmph, as long as we arrive before the Grand Competition, we're on time. We weren't late. As for whether we have confidence or not, what does that have to do with you?" Zhao Shujian said.
"It has nothing to do with us, but I will make your Tian Ke Sect lose terribly this time." Ling Yun said.
"Oh, is that so? I remember last time you lost to me, and now you, like me, are not qualified to participate in this Grand Competition. What are you so proud of?" Zhao Shujian said.
Upon hearing Zhao Shujian's words, a hint of displeasure flashed in Ling Yun's eyes. He knew that in their last fight, he had indeed lost, and it was a crushing defeat, but he hadn't expected Zhao Shujian to bring it up today.
