"We had a bit of a conflict, but… I was lucky and won."
Fang Han met Elder Fang Yuan's worried gaze as he spoke.
"You won… What did you say? You defeated Lin Ao?!"
Elder Fang Yuan nodded instinctively at first, but then the meaning hit him. His pupils shrank, and the serious expression on his face was instantly replaced by utter shock.
He even lost his composure and shot to his feet, the sandalwood chair beneath him scraping backward across the floor with a piercing SCREECH.
"You… say that again? You fought Lin Ao… and won?"
His voice rose involuntarily, laced with a tremor of disbelief.
His gaze was fixed on Fang Han, as if trying to find any trace of a joke on his face.
His chest rose and fell slightly, betraying the intense turmoil within him.
The news was simply too staggering!
Just who was Lin Ao?
He had bested the other four prodigies of Liangshui City and was the recognized leader of the younger generation.
