Fang Han watched Su Yu approach. His brow twitched almost imperceptibly, his gaze calm and unwavering as he spoke directly.
"You must be Su Yu, the twelfth True Inheritor of Tingyu Building, I presume? You stopped me… Could it be that you, like Qin Xiaoran, believe I am unworthy of my place on the Celestial Pride List and wish to offer me your guidance right now?"
His tone was level, yet it carried an invisible, sharp edge.
Though his aura fluctuated slightly after the intense battle, it remained as solid as a mountain. And while his Flowing Wind Sword was sheathed, the faint, clear echo of its ring still lingered.
He radiated an air that suggested he would take the stage and fight again at the slightest disagreement.
However, to everyone's surprise, Su Yu simply shook his head upon hearing this. The smile on his face never wavered as he spoke in a warm voice.
"Brother Fang, you misunderstand."
