"Ling Feng, are you playing us?"
Li Xiaoshuang questioned.
"No, Brother Li, why do you say that?"
Ling Feng looked puzzled.
"What's with your strength, how could it change so drastically?"
Zhao Zihao questioned.
"I'm naturally talented, a prodigy known far and wide. My cultivation speed has always been very fast. Otherwise, how could I, a fourth-line martial arts student, possibly become second in the national exam and stand with you all?"
Ling Feng replied confidently.
"You..."
Li Xiaoshuang and the others were so angry they were at a loss for words.
They felt Ling Feng was deliberately teasing them, having waited a long time for this day.
"If you are so capable, will you keep playing mahjong with us every day? Do you dare?"
Li Xiaoshuang angrily retorted.
