The man with a flat-top haircut's gaze suddenly turned sharp, like two cold rays of light.
Fang Yi remained fearless, meeting his gaze directly.
Leng Wushuang watched the two of them stare at each other as if engaging in a battle of wills, but she didn't stop for a moment, continuing to eat, albeit behaving slightly more ladylike than before.
She looked like she was enjoying a leisurely show, with no intention of stepping in to mediate.
"Fight!" After a long while, the man with a flat-top haircut spoke the word.
"Not fighting!" Fang Yi replied with two words.
"Wait until you're stronger, then fight." The flat-top man added more words.
"What counts as stronger?" Fang Yi asked.
"Heavenly Level."
"Then you're out of luck. I might never reach Heavenly Level in this lifetime," Fang Yi said with a carefree manner.
Leng Wushuang got excited instantly, "Little junior brother, have you really become useless?!"
