Upon hearing Zhu Mingxiang's words, Shen Han wasn't upset.
With a wry smile on his face, he stepped forward, cupped his hands, and paid his respects, "To be honest with you, Fairy Zhu, under the current circumstances, I truly do not dare to engage in another contest with you.
You wish to win, but I also do not wish to lose.
At the very least, allow me some time to further my cultivation, and then we can speak of a duel again."
Hearing Shen Han speak in this manner, Zhu Mingxiang felt the pent-up frustration in her heart release quite a bit.
The expression on her face was no longer as rigid as it initially was.
She pursed her lips slightly and looked at Shen Han a few more times.
Then, pulling on the reins, this Fairy Zhu finally rode away on her fine steed.
Even as she rode far away, she couldn't resist turning back to look at Shen Han.
Previously, when she looked at Shen Han, she always thought he was despicable, using hidden weapons to ambush her eldest brother.
