A Feast for the Eyes

"He's right about that. Still, I have to say, you're all pretty impressive. Since there's a high-level Demonic Beast in this Secret Manual, how about we compete to see who can retrieve it first? Whoever gets it wins."

"Weren't we here to spar? If we do it your way, we'll end up hurting each other."

This wasn't what he'd expected, and he couldn't accept it at all.

"Then what kind of contest do you have in mind? We can't just fight here, can we? Are we even going to have a competition or not?"

"Here's an idea. We could draw lots among the five of us, and put the rest into the General Draw for the others to split. How does that sound?"

Zhou Qinglan swept his gaze over everyone.

The disciples from their sect didn't dare voice any objections. He'd already given them a thorough lesson earlier.

If they complained now, they'd simply be asking for a beating.

"Of course we'll all listen to Senior Disciple Brother. We have to stand together against outsiders. Whether you listen or not is up to you."

One of the people standing there was a disciple of the Cultivation Sect, and he looked at the others provocatively.

Basically, he wasn't the least bit worried about this, and didn't think it would cause any problems.

"If that's how you put it, then we agree too. Why wouldn't we? It's not a big deal. You're making it sound like it has nothing to do with the rest of us. I don't really agree with that."

Lin Feng and Qi Lei felt the same way.

They agreed with Zhou Qinglan's plan. When the five of them drew lots, Lin Feng was paired with Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen had originally been supposed to stay there and train