Poison Ivy and Nalan Shan faced off against each other, one severely belligerent, the other gentle and calm.
Although the spirits all around were there to watch the action, they all subconsciously freed up some space around.
"Hasn't Nalan Shan given up on seeking out Poison Ivy? I can see that Poison Ivy is almost about to fight him already." A nosy black panther muttered as it swished its tail.
"What do you mean almost? He already did you know?" A straight backed steel sword snorted derisively.
"Nalan Shan is afterall the Spirit Master's disciple, and Poison Ivy is considered one of the leading entities among the Plant Spirits. Is it appropriate for him to get into a conflict so openly with the Spirit Master's disciple like this?"
