"It was your teacher who took the initiative to come and spar with me."

Ning Fan sighed: "Don't talk like I'm holding him back."

"But you clearly..."

"Mr. Xiang, I think I have done a very good job in terms of hospitality."

Ning Fan interrupted Xiang Shan's next words: "Since you came to Luoyue City, I have always treated you with courtesy and never made things difficult for you, right?"

Xiang Shan stopped talking.

In fact, with Ning Fan Bahuang's strength, it is not difficult to put some pressure on him.

"So, I feel that even if I spar with the old Sword God, we are not enemies."

Ning Fan said softly, "He was the one who initiated the sparring match. I was simply satisfying his pursuit of swordsmanship, that's all."

Xiang Shan was about to speak, but suddenly paused.

He seemed to understand the other meaning Ning Fan wanted to express.

"Mr. Ning, what you mean is..."

"My meaning has been made very clear."

Ning Fan said this and stopped talking.

Xiang Shan's eyes first changed from nervousness to relief, and then he was actually a little excited.

Although he was not entirely sure whether he had understood it correctly.

Ning Fan's words seemed to be saying that they were not mortal enemies and that no one would kill each other during the competition.

Even though Xiang Shan knew that his idea was equivalent to directly determining that his teacher would lose, for him, Ning Fan's words were enough.

"Southwest."

Xiang Shan only wanted to get out of the car: "Go through the redwood forest and then go due south."