Li Zichuan sternly questioned.
This black mist indeed spoke, but everything it said was completely unintelligible to Li Zichuan.
It seemed to be inviting him to join some kind of duel game.
Duel?
Li Zichuan furrowed his brows slightly. If his guess was correct, it should be the game he'd learned about a few days ago involving tools like curse talismans for confrontation, similar to the kind of card games sea fishermen use for leisure.
This kind of craft has strangely become a vessel for extraordinary power in this world, so Li Zichuan, out of curiosity, had once studied it.
However, he himself bore no interest in participating in any duel game.
Despite feeling disdain in his heart, considering how the other party could approach him so silently, Li Zichuan decided to refuse with some courtesy.
But when he expressed his refusal, and asked the mist to give him a moment to find an excuse, the black mist suddenly dispersed, enveloping the entire room.
