"Sir, are you planning to leave already?"
"Hehe, the trial is over; what else do you want to extract?" Feng Yi shrugged helplessly.
Even Ai Jiudie's elegant demeanor was caught off guard by this statement, "Hmm, that's... quite unexpected—if you wish to leave, sir, don't forget the registration time. Your exploits are buzzing everywhere outside."
She gently reminded Feng Yi not to forget to register, her voice full of concern.
"Is it important to you whether I register or not?"
"If it's you, sir, it's somewhat concerning. If we have the chance, I hope to have a match with you in the arena."
Feng Yi grew increasingly curious about this woman's background. Just a moment ago, she was eager and confident in their sparring, yet now she was becoming reserved and demure, even suggesting a future match in the arena before his departure.
Currently, he was unsure of Ai Jiudie's strength: "Can't we solve our issues here?"
