章節 1789: Last day (3)

Huang Yueli's lips curled into a smile which didn't resemble a smile as she said, "Haven't I told you clearly yesterday? My Moying is in cultivation and has no time to come over!"

"But….." Feng Zhehao didn't know how else to say.

His current thinking in his heart was: This peerless genius who sounded so incredible, was he just a timid tortoise?

Yesterday, the battle invite which he had sent over to Levitation Sword Palace was written in an impolite manner with all sorts of provocation terms which he could choose to make him riled up. From what Feng Zhehao thought, it seemed a little bloody in nature and whoever who saw such a letter would charge over to have a duel with him!

Towards a proud genius like Li Moying, it was even more so.

However, the result was so surprising….