White apricot blossoms swayed amidst the misty rain.0

Lin Xun leisurely walked across the quiet and old street.0

Several low cries of surprise rang out from the front where a small crowd was gathered before a news tree.0

Lin Xun approached and soon understood the reason after a quick look around.0

"Baiyujing...you sure know how to choose the venue."0

Lin Xun shook his head and paid no further attention to the matter.0

He had no intention of underestimating Lang Qianheng, but he did feel that selecting such a location made him appear rather shameless.0

However, it also showed that the other party wasn’t certain of victory.0

Otherwise, why would he have put such thought into the location of the match?0

To be frank, Lin Xun was curious about something else. To the Ancient Wasteland Domain, Lang Qianheng represented an enemy from the foreign domain camp.0

Since the Omega Sword Sect could tolerate Lang Qianheng setting the venue for the duel to be Baiyujing, would they also put up with Lin Xun heading over for the appointed match?0

Lin Xun was interested to find out.0

However, now was not the time.0

To Lin Xun, it was just a fight and wasn’t an important matter.0

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