"Even cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Stage can throw a fake match?"
Zhou Yi watched, confused. Just a few days ago, Xuan Jing faced another true disciple in a duel, and their battle was spectacular—their strength so formidable that the magic artifact's recordings had spread throughout the sect.
Today, meeting Lin Yushu was a whole different story: his spells were weak and limp, he didn't even bother using his magic artifacts, and he wasn't even showing thirty percent of his true strength.
That Jiaolong Fan was a top-tier magic artifact, but wielded by Lin Yushu—whose strength was pitiful—he stood no chance against Xuan Jing.
At that moment—
Voices from nearby reached Zhou Yi's ears. Many were discussing Lin Yushu, and their words were filled with envy and jealousy.
"Xuan Jing uncle truly has bad luck, running into the meal ticket True Person."
"Red Jade Ancestor has already spoken. Who dares win against him? Who'd dare disrespect the ancestor's wishes?"
