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Chapter 3469

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Li Xinghe looked at him quietly.

Chu Li pondered for a moment and lifted his head, "Does the Stargazing Pavilion have any thoughts?"

"The Stargazing Pavilion is only a bystander of fate, not a disruptor." Li Xinghe shook his head, "We won't interfere with the path of fate because we can't change it. This is a lesson learned by the ancestors of the Stargazing Pavilion."

Chu Li smiled, "What's fate? It's just a possibility. The world is ever-changing. A slight change can change the entire fate. This is the root of fate. Doesn't the Stargazing Pavilion want to take a gamble? "

"No." Li Xinghe shook his head.

Chu Li smiled, "I think you do."

Li Xinghe frowned, "What orders do you have, Head Chief?"

Chu Li said, "You're a smart man. Everyone in the Stargazing Pavilion is decisive. Footsteps were heard.

A tall elder with a purple face glided over. He stood behind the fence and closed fist saluted, "Are you Commander Song from the Longevity Faction?"

Song Zhifan replied, "Yes."

"I'm the Protector of the Yi Public House, Zheng Meng. I'm here to deliver a letter under the orders of the Chief!" The purple-faced elder took out a large invitation from his bosom and flicked it lightly. It slowly floated in front of Song Zhifan.

Chu Li took it and shook it lightly before handing it to Song Zhifan.

Song Zhifan nodded in satisfaction. Lu Jun cursed in his heart, 'This old man is really quick.'

Song Zhifan opened the invitation and said, "Alright, I agree. Tell him that I'll come back in a month!"

"Yes." Zheng Meng closed fist saluted.

He turned around and looked at Chu Li, "Is this Baili Na who injured our Protector?"

Chu Li closed fist saluted, "That's me."

"Very well." Zheng Meng nodded slowly, "The High Duke's Public House will remember this."

He then looked at Lu Jun and said, "Is this the Young Master Lu who bribed our Protector with ten thousand taels of silver for a piece of information?"

"Hmph." Lu Jun's face turned gloomy.

Zheng Meng nodded, "Thank you for the silver, Young Master Lu. The Protector reported in advance and was ordered to leak the information to you. The people from the High Duke's Public House are not that easily bribed. Goodbye!"

He then turned and glided away, not giving Song Zhifan a chance to react.

Chu Li stared at Zheng Meng's receding silhouette with a solemn expression.

Lu Jun's handsome face flushed red as he glared at Zheng Meng's back and said hatefully, "Cult Master, why don't we take him down?"

"Envoys are not beheaded in a war between two countries." Song Zhifan shook his head and said, "Ignore it."

"How hateful!" Lu Jun slammed his palm on the stone table.

"Bang!" A crack appeared on the stone table.

Chu Li scoffed. "Why are you venting your anger on my desk!"

Lu Jun glared at him. "You must be very proud, aren't you, Baili?"

Chu Li looked at Song Zhifan. "Bishop, Chu Li's invitation?"

"Letter of challenge." Song Zhifan shook his head and said with a smile, "He's trying to stall for time. He wants to decide who's better after he finishes his closed-door training a month later. If he loses, he'll return the Heaven Killing Sword. If he wins, he won't return the Heaven Killing Sword."

Chu Li said, "Bishop, what's so important about this Heaven Regaining Sword that you value it so much?"

Lu Jun snorted, "This is the ancestor's sword!"

Chu Li shook his head and said, "Bishop is so wise and powerful. Why would you go to war over the ancestor's sword? There must be an inside story, right?"

His face was full of curiosity and he did not hide it at all. This was the only way he could hide it from Song Zhifan.

Song Zhifan threw the letter of challenge on the stone table and said plainly, "This sword is really important."

"Is there a secret?" Chu Li asked curiously, "Or is it hiding some kind of Divine Art?"

"Hehe." Song Zhifan laughed. "You're thinking too much."

Chu Li put on an extremely curious expression. "Please enlighten me, Bishop!"

"There's no harm in telling you." Song Zhifan said, "This sword was forged by the ancestor himself. Others can't unleash its power. It's a waste in Chu Li's hands. It's better for me to have it."

"Is it because of the bloodline?" Chu Li asked.

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