A smile touched Fang Qingyuan's lips, but his eyes were ice-cold. He watched Chunyu Hua's group, their reactions unfolding one by one in his mind as he categorized and analyzed them.
Behind Fang Qingyuan, a group of Cultivators and Spirit Beasts were gathered around him. Qiqi and Jinbao flanked him on either side, while a few disciples from the Qingyuan Sect and Nangong Wan of the Nangong Clan stood on the periphery.
With the duel imminent, Fang Qingyuan had decided to come and scout the site of his upcoming battle with Chunyu Hua. He hadn't expected, however, that they would both have the same idea.
'It seems I'm putting a good deal of pressure on this Chunyu Hua.'
'Well, a man's reputation precedes him. I've only been cultivating for a century, yet I built this foundation from scratch. If Chunyu Hua has any brains at all, he won't mistake me for some worthless pushover.'
