"Junior Sister Wu, didn’t you go down the mountain before because you wanted to trouble that boy?"
"How co you ended up bringing him back?"
In a small courtyard, amidst artificial hills and waterside pavilions, stone tables and stools.
Several figures were either sitting or standing around the stone table, dressed in various clothes.
The speaker was in a brown tight-fitting attire, tall and burly like a giant bear.
Over thirty years of age, with a straight nose and a square face with thick eyebrows.
Even while sitting down, he looked taller than Wu Shuang who was standing.
Aside from him, there were two n and a woman nearby, all wearing robes of different colors, their auras strong, obviously all among the true inheritors.
"Senior Brother Zhao, I went down the mountain for the sect’s important affairs, don’t talk nonsense."
"And this junior’s talent is decent, naturally, I should bring him back to the Mountain Gate."
Wu Shuang stood on the side and said discontentedly.
As her flat tone concluded, Senior Brother Zhao widened his eyes, unable to help but raise his hand and point, "Junior Sister Wu, that’s not very forthright of you."
"How could you bully for not having recorded it..."
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
Interrupting him, Wu Shuang said in a light tone, "Who was it that smashed the Sect Leader’s pot of magnolias?"
"Erm..."
His voice stalled, the burly Senior Brother Zhao quickly spun his eyes and said, "How would I know."
"But Junior Sister Wu, you remind , it seems I rembered wrong last ti."
The two exchanged words back and forth, the two n and one woman nearby had different expressions, but all were accustod to it.
The relationship between Junior Sister Wu and Senior Brother Zhao was known to be the best.
"Junior Sister Wu, the person you brought back, that seems to be the one Cao Tong initially recomnded, right?"
"I heard he has awakened to Martial Arts, and in less than a month of Martial Arts Training has already broken through Tiger Roar?"
A thin man questioned, dressed in a dark grey long robe, about forty, with two small mustaches.
"Yes, Third Senior Brother, he has just broken through not long ago."
Wu Shuang gently nodded, feeling she indeed hadn’t lied.
"Really, that’s quite impressive."
"But what a pity, he started training in Martial Arts too late, this competition..."
He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood the implication.
Wu Shuang didn’t refute, intentionally letting it be so.
Among these senior brothers and sisters, almost everyone had their own personal disciple seeds they recomnded or brought back; the exchange of words also included probing.
"Speaking of which, it seems the disciples brought by Second Senior Brother and Fourth Junior Sister are the most hopeful."
Third Senior Brother shifted the topic and quickly looked towards another man and woman present.
The forr, in a white robe, appeared in his thirties despite being over forty, with short black hair and a ruddy complexion, a clear sign of profound skill.
As for the latter, she was a plump woman in a light red ancient dress, wearing a phoenix hairpin.
"Don’t test anymore, Third Senior Brother."
The woman in the red dress shook her head, "My disciple might have Innate Divine Strength, but it’s a pity, his True Skill is not yet Perfect, just a bit lacking."
"As for the disciple of the Second Senior Brother, hehe... if you ask , there’s no need for competition."
With that, the faces of a few present changed slightly.
Including Wu Shuang, none expected this situation.
They all knew the character of the woman in the red dress, always proud, never admitting defeat easily.
So...
"Second Senior Brother, has the disciple you brought reached Entering Strength?"
...
"My na is Feng Xue, his is Lu Ming."
Hundreds of ters away, in another courtyard, Chen Feng entered a spacious Quiet Room.
There were already eight or nine people, all dressed in the sa gray robe.
The closest man and woman were the ones who knocked on his door and brought him here.
The forr looked to be in her early twenties, about 1.7 ters tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail at the back, her face wearing light makeup.
The latter was about Chen Feng’s age, with broken long hair, fairly thin and handso, with a black mole on the left cheek.
"We’re also competing together tomorrow, and since we have nothing to do right now, let’s sit and get to know each other."
"I saw you ca with Master Wu, aren’t you called Chen Feng?"
Feng Xue asked out of curiosity, Chen Feng nodded slightly.
"I’ve heard of you."
Beside her, Lu Ming smiled and said, "It’s quite impressive that you broke through Bone Training in less than a month."
Both of their words revealed their information gathering capabilities; Chen Feng was indifferent to this.
After a simple Perception, he realized that both of their auras were quite ordinary, roughly on par with Wu Tian, having just undergone Bone Training not long ago, at most at the professional Third Level.
As for the other people present, they were mostly similar, the stronger ones were at Perfect Bone Training, possibly around the professional Fifth or Sixth Level.
"No need to look further, Jiang Hu and Xu Tingxiao haven’t co."
Mistakenly thinking that Chen Feng was looking for those two people ntioned, Feng Xue shook her head to remind him.
Chen Feng raised an eyebrow; he had heard from Cao Tong on the way that his biggest opponents in this personal disciples competition.
Jiang Hu with Innate Divine Strength, whose Hard Skills were no less than his own.
Zhao Tingxiao with Perfect Internal Training, soon reaching Entering Strength.
"Alright, you three stop dawdling, co over and take a seat."
Soone called out, Chen Feng was pulled by Feng Xue and sat together with others in the Quiet Room.
Then, he heard them discuss, "Tomorrow is the competition of personal disciples, you should all already know the rules, a lee."
"I won’t say too much, and you might not like hearing this."
"Our strengths are all far behind Jiang Hu and Zhao Tingxiao, if we go by normal ans, we definitely cannot win."
The previous speaker, a chubby man, said, which made the atmosphere a bit tense, including Feng Xue, several people’s expressions weren’t very good.
But everyone had a sense of self-awareness, so there was no disagreent.
"So what do you suggest?"
"Yeah, you didn’t call us here just to say that, right?"
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