This misconception made Luo Changfeng very displeased.
As if trying to reclaim his pride, Luo Changfeng arrogantly pointed his nose to the sky and said, "These words make sense. I have every reason to suspect that a nobody like you being able to defeat Xuanyuan Yichuan must have employed some disgraceful and dirty methods. Do you dare to fight me?"
Yu Siqiao smiled, "The Young Master must be joking."
This did not indicate agreement, nor did it show refusal or fear, but just revealing a smile as gentle as a spring breeze made Luo Changfeng even more displeased.
Luo Changfeng sneered, "What is your name after all?"
Before the words were fully spoken, he swiftly drew his sword and lunged at Yu Siqiao.
There was no change in Yu Siqiao's expression. With a tiptoe, his tall and slender figure floated past as if carried by the wind.
