"""
"Alright, it's a tie."
The richly-clad Saint Heir nodded. At this moment, the Sacred Land couldn't afford to lose face, and though he had indeed lost, the other party had been considerate enough to preserve the Sacred Land's reputation. He was deeply grateful.
"We've sparred for some time, yet you still don't know my name. I'm Qing Chenfeng. If there's an opportunity in the future, I hope we can spar properly again."
During their bout, he found that Lin Fan's mana was incredibly robust — far thicker than that of cultivators at the Golden Core Realm. By all logic, someone who possessed such mana should undoubtedly be at the Nascent Soul Realm.
But why was it like this?
He had no idea.
"Of course, you're always welcome. Sparring should hold to the principle of restraint; today's practice was excellent," Lin Fan replied with a smile.
He didn't mention that Qing Chenfeng resorted to advancing his cultivation level at the last moment.
