Xiaobao watched Lu Baixi walk toward him, a strange smile playing on his lips.
Lu Baixi's gaze was indifferent. Although he had heard that Xiaobao's skills were decent, he didn't take it seriously. From what he knew, the people Xiaobao had taken down meant nothing to him.
It felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, but after glancing at Wu Weizhong, who had once helped him, Lu Baixi naturally wouldn't go against Wu Weizhong's wishes. So he looked at Xiaobao and said lightly, "You only have yourself to blame for being too arrogant."
Xiaobao remained seated on the sofa, as if unaware of any danger, and chuckled, "If you're not brash when young, then what's the point of being young!"
Then, Xiaobao looked at Wu Weizhong and smiled, "Any prize for winning? Fighting also takes a lot of energy."
"If you win, you can take Chiming," Wu Weizhong replied with a cold laugh.
