"Long Aotian, what do you mean by this?"
In the inner courtyard of Yingchun Pavilion, Ye Lingyi, clad in a clean black robe, had eyes flickering with menacing light as he spoke in a deep voice.
"Just a friendly spar, what else could it mean?"
Opposite Ye Lingyi was a handsome young man dressed in purple finery with a golden crown, idly fanning himself, his handsome face carrying a faint trace of mockery.
"A spar? A spar is an excuse for your lackeys to cause trouble?" Ye Lingyi narrowed his eyes, a majestic Blood Qi rising around him.
The young Heavenly Prides surrounding them were not scared but watched with great interest.
However, some cultivators who didn't know the reason were still puzzled and whispered:
"Why did they start clashing as soon as they arrived, and all over arguing about whether the Water and Fire Lotus is beautiful or not..."
