No matter whether it was strength or tactics, Lin Ruoying was far inferior to Nangong Zifeng.
Therefore, she had never considered that woman significant from the very beginning.
Wu Yi was stunned. No one knew his disciple's excellence better than he did, yet this woman dared to claim that his disciple was an insignificant figure unworthy of the stage?
Dared she be any more arrogant?
"Girl, the Academy is full of talents, and you are the first to speak such words," Wu Yi sneered with the corners of his lips curling up. His meaning was clear: so many talents had not belittled my disciple, yet you, a newcomer, dared to look down upon my disciple, "If you really think you are strong, have a match with my disciple in two months' time. How do you feel about that?"
"A match?" Mu Ruyue raised an eyebrow, "Good, I accept!"
"Haha! Girl, I hope you won't regret it then!" Wu Yi laughed heartily twice, glanced at Mu Ruyue as he lifted his head, then left with a sweep of his sleeves.
