This...
F- fell into a trap?
Wutong covered her mouth, her face growing redder, finding it hard to believe that the legendary, extraordinary, undefeated Feng... had fallen into such an embarrassing trap.
Laughter erupted instead...
"See, see, I told you this disguise was seamless."
"Yeah, what a mentor. Dares to claim the strongest, but I say it's all talk."
The smarter students were secretly observing...
Feng Yi awkwardly got up, dusted himself off casually, and lazily fixed his gaze on the five kids.
Wutong gave an awkward smile, ignoring the surrounding students, and approached Feng Yi with a mix of shock, suspicion, and inexplicable feelings: "Sir, no, um... Senior, could you be General Feng Yi?"
"I haven't been a General for ages. Well, titles don't matter. I'm currently serving as the final guide for the national Ancient Martial Arts community. Please guide me in the future."
