Xie Xun originally did not want to discuss this matter with Fengyu, but he feared Fengyu would worry more if he kept it from her. Thus, Xie Xun chose honesty. "Dugu Jing's condition is straightforward—he wants to face me on the arena, life or death disregarded, the wager remains unchanged."
Fengyu sat up in shock, nervously gripping his hand, her palm already slick with a thin layer of sweat. "You're going to face Dugu Jing on the arena?"
