"Thank you both for saving my life," Li Zhaolei sighed with relief as he took the strength-replenishing medicine from Bai Muxue's hand and swallowed it. He looked at them with a face full of gratitude, but a flash of viciousness flickered in his eyes as he gazed at Zhuge Feng. If it hadn't been for Zhuge Feng's refusal to lend him medicine, he wouldn't have ended up in such a wretched state.
"Young Master Zhuge, are you alright?" Bai Muxue, her white robe fluttering, quickly turned to Zhuge Feng, who was sitting on the ground, gasping for air.
The four of them were the appointed Young Masters. Fang Jianfei and Li Zhaolei were the oldest and had entered this place the most times. Zhuge Feng was the youngest and presumably entering for the first time. For Li Zhaolei, this was supposed to be his final trial. Yet, despite his multiple entries, Li Zhaolei was not as formidable as Zhuge Feng.
