Xue Huanhuan had notified Xue Changqing before and after seeking out Feng Yun for a sparring match, and Xue Changqing had reported it to the Lineage for the record, while the Lineage had reported it to Guardian Headquarters for the record.
After all, she was a Seed Player.
What if something happened? What would they do then? That was why they had to keep a trump card in reserve.
Yet this continuous series of sparring matches still made everyone's hearts tremble: among the Guardians' current generation, across all the younger and middle-aged generations under a hundred years old, Xue Huanhuan was firmly ranked among the top six.
Everyone knew that she might be inferior to Feng Yun, but the gap shouldn't be too large. After all, Feng Yun was only thirty-seven this year.
But no one had expected her to be completely suppressed and thrashed from start to finish!
That was more than a little horrifying.
Feng Yun was now truly furious, with a stifled urge to cough blood.
He had never dreamed that a trip to East Lake Continent would bring him such trouble. It was something he could never have imagined beforehand.
With his intelligence, he had seen it from the very first match: Xue Huanhuan had encountered pressure in her cultivation.
That was why she had come to hone herself here. But... Feng Yun truly didn't want to accompany her. I'm damn busy!
Yet he couldn't refuse.
Xue Huanhuan kept invoking the principle of reciprocity...
Later, Feng Yun resigned himself to it. He stopped taking action himself and had the Gods and Devils around him do it instead: Don't kill her, but hammer her hard. Hurry up and accompany her for a few matches so she'll get lost!
Thus, after five consecutive days and sixty matches in