Ye Guichen rolled his eyes at Feng Wuji upon hearing his words, "Feng Wuji, I find that besides being like a leech, you have quite the gossiping potential."
Feng Wuji shamelessly grinned without a hint of embarrassment, "Benefactor, no, Master. In Yanjing, I'm known as the gossip prince, after all. A bit of curiosity is natural, right? Hehe, come on, tell me?"
Ye Guichen sat down on the sofa, "Oh, I don't mind telling you if you want to listen, but there's less than seventy hours left before your match with Su Jiu'er. It should be quite entertaining to see you beaten to a pulp with no dignity left as a man, don't you think?"
"Master..." Feng Wuji's smile turned into a look of disgust as though he had swallowed a fly at the mention of the match three days later. His desire for gossip vanished, and his face grew long, "Master, you gotta be kidding me. In three days, you want me to take down that girl Su Jiu'er? Impossible! Are you setting me up to lose on purpose?"
