"The competition hasn't started yet, and you're already speaking so definitively."
Du Feng coldly chuckled, staring directly at Liu Qingtai: "Qingtai, you haven't forgotten our wager, have you?"
Liu Qingtai's expression remained indifferent as she replied, "Du Feng, the position of Sect Leader isn't something you can covet. My father will surely return."
"Qingtai, Master has died; he's been dead for a long time. Deep down, you've gradually acknowledged this fact, haven't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have accepted this wager battle."
Du Feng said calmly.
"Enough nonsense, let's begin!"
As if touching a nerve within Liu Qingtai, her delicate body trembled slightly, though her gaze was fixed on the distant arena.
Du Feng's heart was suddenly overwhelmed by a flood of ecstasy, suppressing his inner joy while internally boiling over: "Liu Qingtai, the position of Sect Leader is mine, and so are you. From now on, Heavenly Sword Society will change to Du."
