"Did you do that on purpose?"
In the combat field, Lan Ziyi looked at Lu Ye with an expression of annoyance.
Out of a hundred people, he just had to choose her. What else could it be, if not deliberate?
Lu Ye couldn't be bothered to explain anything to her. Even if it wasn't intentional, what did it matter if it was?
Raising his hand to the hilt of the Boulder Mountain Saber, his entire being entered a state of readiness for battle, poised to charge out in an instant.
"Don't lift a hand, I will admit defeat on my own."
With a single sentence from Lan Ziyi, Lu Ye was caught in an awkward position, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Although he had previously bested Lan Ziyi in a contest, he had only revealed the capabilities of a magic cultivator. To concede without a real fight in the midst of the Cloud River competition, Lu Ye didn't know whether to call this woman time-wise or cowardly cautious.
