Lin Jinglong smiled, "Naturally. You can rest assured, Brother Gongsun."
Gongsun Yan possesses innate talent and holds an uncommon status among Lin Jinglong's subordinates; he indeed deserved such special treatment.
The two of them descended together into the Martial Arts Arena.
The vast square, paved with massive grayish-white stone bricks, was as smooth as a mirror, with flowing runes at the edges. An array formed a faint golden protective light screen, separating the inside from the outside.
Gongsun Yan and Su Lingkou stood facing each other, and the atmosphere in the arena quickly became tense.
Gongsun Yan, seeing Su Lingkou's petite frame and her attire resembling a neighbor's daughter—an asymmetrical-collared short jacket with a pleated skirt—spoke in a muffled voice, "Miss Su, you're unlucky to encounter me. I'll give you a chance; I'll let you attack first."
Lin Jinglong's brow inconspicuously knitted for a moment, then smoothed again.
