The words landed coldly and before anyone could respond, Fang Yuan stepped forward.
At the same time, Fang Tian also stepped out.
The two stood facing one another, only a few paces apart.
The air between them tightened.
Zhao Mei rose from her seat and spoke evenly, authority in every word.
"I will leave the rules to the two of you. What do you propose?"
Fang Tian did not hesitate. His eyes never left Fang Yuan.
"A battle where the loser must surrender," he said.
Fang Yuan studied him for a brief moment, then nodded.
"I commend your confidence," he replied calmly.
Then his lips curved slightly.
"Traitor. Let's do that."
Zhao Mei turned her gaze toward the two sect leaders.
Qin Shi Huang smiled faintly.
"I won't interfere."
Zhao Lusi shrugged lazily.
"Neither will I."
Zhao Mei breath out a sigh of relief and then she snapped her fingers.
The very next moment, the world swiftly folded in an instant and the grand hall vanished.
