County Lieutenant Wu took a sip of the slightly cool tea, then turned his gaze back to Chen Zhengyang and asked with a note of expectation:
"Brother Zhengyang, you have many disciples at your martial arts school and teach year-round. Have you discovered any truly promising seedlings lately?
This Qinghe Arena may be dangerous, but it is also a fine opportunity to make a name for oneself and temper one's skills."
As he spoke, he recalled Fang Yuan, whom he had just seen at the Training Ground. The man's blood and qi were harmonious, his foundation solid.
At his words, Fang Yuan's figure almost instantly flashed through Chen Zhengyang's mind.
That boy possessed astonishing comprehension, a steady temperament, and decisive killing intent. He was a rare piece of uncut jade.
The sight of him triggering the Fundamental Diagram phenomenon and defeating Zhang Meng with a single slash remained vivid before his eyes.
Yet the gleam in his eyes flashed only briefly before rapidly dimming.
He slowly shook his head and let out an almost inaudible sigh, his tone carrying undisguised regret:
"There are indeed one or two passable talents, and their hearts are fairly upright. It is only that... they have practiced martial arts for far too short a time.
Their foundations are still shallow, and their skill has not yet matured. At this Qinghe Arena, wolves surround them on every side. He... is afraid he will not make it in time."
A deep sense of helplessness seeped through his words.
No matter how gifted Fang Yuan was, he still needed time to grow and resources to build upon.
Against a formidable foe like Li Wuhen of Black Tiger Hall, who was on the verge of breaking through to the third grade, Fang Yuan was still far too green. Forcing