Xiao Feng could vouch that this was the biggest emotional swing he had experienced in recent times.
A moment ago he was at the mountain top, and the next moment he directly fell down, the change so swift it caught him off guard.
He looked at Hua Ling, uncertain whether she was deliberately acting clueless or if her intelligence suddenly came online just now.
However, what needed consideration now was not this, but the seven-day deadline, to agree or not to agree?
Not long after, Xiao Feng gave his answer: "Seven days it is, let's meet in seven days."
Having said that, he turned to leave.
Hua Ling stopped him: "Wait a minute!"
"What?" Xiao Feng said unpleasantly.
Hua Ling explained: "Before the official fight, I suggest we have a warm-up match first, let's see what level we're at."
"Are you done yet?" Xiao Feng angrily replied.
