"Yes, Dean!"
Zhao Lin's spirits lifted, and he responded in a loud voice.
He wasn't afraid of a match. Having practiced martial arts for many years, it was no exaggeration to call him battle-hardened. To him, sparring was as common as eating or drinking, especially against rare opponents like Sword Cultivators and Body Cultivators.
He didn't regret turning down the sect mission to hunt down a Body Cultivator last time, but he did feel a twinge of pity. That had been a full ten thousand Merit Points.
This was the perfect opportunity to see what a Body Cultivator was really made of.
"Don't be so quick to agree. I'm not sending you in just to settle a score. You're expected to win."
Zhou Hongfang's expression was stern. "If you can take first place, in addition to the original Merit Point and pill rewards, I will personally give you another one hundred Spirit Stones."
