Outside the door, seventy to eighty people were gathered. At the forefront was the red-haired youth, whose lost legs had been completely restored.
Although they had been making quite a racket, they immediately fell silent upon seeing Qin Feiyang and the Wolf King emerge. All eyes were filled with dread.
"Have you all finished cleaning? Come up here," Qin Feiyang frowned.
"We... we've cleaned up..." a small, skinny disciple stammered.
Qin Feiyang glanced down at the bottom of the patio well. Indeed, it was spotless, without a speck of dust in sight.
The Wolf King asked, "So, what are all of you doing gathered here?"
A female disciple timidly replied, "We were watching Murong Jing and Wu Yan's alchemy competition."
"An alchemy competition?" Qin Feiyang was taken aback. "What was the outcome?"
The female disciple said, "Murong Jing won."
"She won?" Surprise flickered across Qin Feiyang's face.
