"In that case, it wouldn't hurt for you to send someone out to exchange a few moves with Hou Gui."
Gao Yuan fell silent, deep in thought.
Seeing this, Zheng Yuanzhuo sneered. "Could it be that Master Gao looks down on my Lingshan Sect so much that you're not even willing to spar?"
A wave of disgust washed over Zhao Lin when he heard this.
'It's a common tactic, one I've seen all too often at drinking parties in my past life.'
'It's always the same line: "If you don't drink, you're looking down on me. You're disrespecting me."'
'Many people can't withstand this kind of pressure and just pick up their glass and down it.'
'The truth is, anyone who says that already looks down on you, whether you drink or not. Otherwise, they wouldn't have said it in the first place.'
Zheng Yuanzhuo's words had Gao Yuan cornered. Hou Gui grinned and strode into the center of the training yard.
Gao Yuan had no choice but to reluctantly agree. "Very well. But as I said, pull your punches."
