Great Bamboo Peak.
"Seventh."
"You... you..."
Song Daren's hand trembled like a sifting sieve.
The surrounding senior and junior brothers were all dumbstruck, too.
The fan in Wu Dayi's hand had already fallen to the ground, and he didn't even think to pick it up.
Zheng Dali's mouth hung wide open, his jaw nearly dislocated.
Even Du Bishu, usually the sharpest of them all, had eyes shining with excitement. He looked even more fervent than when the dice came up triple sixes.
"Oh, come on."
"Senior Brother."
"I told you these were just practice pieces."
"You don't need to make such a fuss."
"..."
Ye Xuan spoke as if it were nothing.
But to his senior brothers, those words were the peak of humblebragging.
That stung.
It really stung.
These were Foundation Replenishing Pills!
And in Ye Xuan's eyes, they were useless junk, not even worth drinking a glass of water over?
Comparing yourself to others was enough to drive you to despair.
"Gulp."
Someone swallowed first.
Then came a chorus of gulping sounds.
"Well... then I won't stand on ceremony, Seventh Brother?"
He Dazhi had at least spent a few years studying, so he was a little more reserved. He tentatively reached out his hand.
"Go ahead, take them all."
Ye Xuan swept his hand grandly, full of generosity.
Just then.
The door to Shou Jing Hall creaked open.
With his hands behind his back, Tian Buyi walked out with his trademark bowlegged stride.
Su Ru followed beside him, gentle and graceful.
The couple had actually heard the commotion outside some time ago.
But Tian Buyi cared about appearances and felt awkward about coming out to watch his disciples making a racket.
Only when the rich, heady medicinal fragrance seeped through the crack in the door and tickled his