Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The courtyard where the Great Bamboo Peak disciples were staying was brightly lit.
"Hahaha!"
A hearty, slightly smug burst of laughter shook the paper in the window frames.
Tian Buyi sat in a Grand Tutor Chair, his round, chubby face positively glowing.
He held a teacup in his hands but didn't drink. Instead, he kept using the lid to stir the floating tea leaves, his eyes narrowed to slits.
"Fantastic!"
"Absolutely fantastic!"
Tian Buyi set the teacup down hard on the table. A few drops of tea splashed out, but he didn't care.
His gaze swept across the disciples standing in a row before finally landing on Zheng Dali, who was scratching his head.
"Third Brother."
Tian Buyi drew out his words, making it impossible to tell whether he was scolding or teasing him.
Zheng Dali shrank his neck, looking awkward.
"Master."
"Your disciple was wrong."
"That Zeng Shushu... was just too cunning."
"Hmph, cunning?"
Tian Buyi snorted, but he couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You were just stupid!"
"I tell you all to read more and think more, but you only know how to use brute force."
"But then again..."
Tian Buyi abruptly changed tack.
He glanced at the others, the wrinkles on his face spreading into a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Our Great Bamboo Peak has really made a name for itself this time!"
"Eight entered the tournament, and four made it into the top sixteen!"
"Let's see who dares say Great Bamboo Peak has no talent now!"
As he spoke,
he cast a sidelong glance toward the courtyard entrance.
It was as if he wanted to see Daoist Cangsong's livid face through the walls.
Su Ru sat nearby, shaking her head helplessly as she straightened Tian Ling'er's slightly disheveled