"Whoa! You brat actually want to fight me?" Ding Mo asked, genuinely surprised.
Chen Cheng replied, "You're climbing my wall in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. Aren't you here to kill me? If that's the case, why waste words?"
Ding Mo suddenly waved his hand and sighed softly. "Alas... you misunderstand. I was simply bored and happened to be passing by, so I came to take a look."
"Rest assured, I don't kill nobodies. A small fry like you isn't worthy of my attention."
"The only one even slightly worthy of my attention was Yan Jian, but it's a shame he's half-dead now. He won't be recovering for at least a year or so."
"Even if he did recover, after so much time away from his cultivation, his Martial Dao would have long since fallen behind. He'd no longer be worthy of being my opponent."
