"Well then, I'll be taking my leave."
Li Feng said softly and turned his body.
Seeing this, Fen Ling's mind quickly turned as she thought of ways to make him agree.
'If I directly pressure him, it would be unfit of my status as a senior…'
A subtle glint flashed in her crimson eyes.
'Then… perhaps I can use a softer approach.'
She took a small step forward and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Envoy Li, please wait a moment!"
Her voice was soft, carrying a trace of sincerity.
"I understand your concerns. As a senior, it is indeed improper for me to force a junior into a spar. However…"
She paused, her beautiful mature face showing a faint, helpless smile.
"Then how about this? Just spar with me, and if you manage to land even a single hit on me, then I will owe you a favor?"
At her words, Li Feng paused.
Lan Suyao, who was standing quietly at the side, blinked as she felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
She instinctively turned to look at Li Feng's face...
