Upon hearing Nanfeng Lin's words, Zhu Mingxiang merely glanced back at him without speaking.
She tightly gripped the long spear in her hand, the tip slightly raised, pointing directly at Shen Han.
Such an action carried a sense of insult.
Before making a move, one would not point a weapon's sharp end directly at an opponent.
Between the two of them, it seemed they had transcended mere competition.
An undercurrent of enmity lingered between them.
At this moment in the capital of Great Wei, every tea house was eerily silent.
Many patrons held their teacups but refrained from drinking.
Fearing that at the moment they took a sip, they might miss the transmission of crucial news.
Shen Han stepping forward to face Yan Country's Zhu Mingxiang had already shocked the citizens.
He knew how difficult it was and how strong the opponent was.
Yet, he was fearless.
If he were to stop now, returning in a position of absolute victory, he would receive endless accolades.
