The air in the courtyard grew still as the Fourteenth Prince turned toward Mark. "I've heard about you," he said coldly. "The grandson of the traitor, Lan Gengxin. The one blessed by both the Phoenix and the Blizzard Pegasus. Heard that you are as strong as experts above your cultivation realm. I want to see whether those rumors are true or not. Care to spar with me?"
Mark looked at him, blinking slowly. 'Was this guy serious?'
In what universe did it make sense to throw a challenge at someone the moment you met them?
He studied the prince for a second—ornate imperial robes, a polished longsword strapped to his waist, and a smug confidence that screamed: I've never lost in my life. Mark's brows rose, finding it awfully familiar. He faced such people on his home planet. 'Regardless of whether one is a mortal or an immortal, lower or higher world, something just doesn't change.' He thought.
Right then, he glanced at Lan Xia, whose lips twitched slightly.
