Xiong Hu smiled happily as he cupped his fist. "Many thanks to Yang Wei for accepting the duel."
Yang Wei cupped his fist in return. "It's my honor to fight against a fellow disciple so there's nothing to thank me for."
"When shall we have the duel then?" Xiong Hu asked.
Yang Wei pondered for a moment as he tried to reorganize his thought process in his schedule.
After a while, Yang Wei showed his hand with three fingers.
"Three days?" Xiong Hu asked.
Yang Wei shook his head, "Three weeks. We will meet in the arena for the duel in three weeks."
Xiong Hu and the rest of the disciples inside the Mission Hall became dumbfounded by Yang Wei's time slot.
"Three weeks? Who would waste that much time for a simple duel?"
"Is Yang Wei trolling Xiong Hu right now?"
The disciples started whispering among themselves about the time that Yang Wei decided on.