Watching He Long walk straight out from among the Holy Hall Students and onto the arena, Mu Chen frowned to himself. 'He has no intention of asking for permission,' he thought. 'This is clearly just a provocation.'
"I've only just arrived at the Xuanling Imperial Academy, and I'm already witnessing an attempt to poach one of our own," He Long said. "As a member of the Holy Hall, I believe it's my duty to step in and stop this."
He Long's words made Mu Chen's brow furrow even tighter. He'd disliked this He Long from the very beginning, for no other reason than what Di Cang had told him a month ago.
"I'm the challenger and you're accepting the challenge. Of course you can try to stop me. Enough talk. Let's begin."
Di Cang's guess had been completely correct. Whenever a matter involved Mu Bingling, Mu Chen would lose his usual rationality and judgment. Right now, for instance, he was clearly growing impatient.
