Qin Shaofeng stood on the arena stage, naturally able to feel countless eyes fixed upon him.
Of course, he could vaguely sense several pairs of rather unfriendly eyes among them.
Yet Li Hu and the others were too far back for him to notice anything, and Luo Yusheng was even less someone he could sense.
What he felt most keenly were the gazes from the resting rooms of the three sects.
Thunder Sect and Xuan Yin Sect.
Most of the disciples from those two great sects bore deep hatred toward him, making it difficult for Qin Shaofeng not to notice.
Now that Fan Shaoqing had declared the competition over, he naturally would not remain on the stage to let people gaze at him as they pleased.
Seeing that Fan Shaoqing seemingly had no time to give him the champion's reward anytime soon, he simply leaped down from the stage, called Fan Yuze and the others over, and quickly left.
Fan Shaoqing was Fan Yuze's father; he could not possibly covet the reward Qin Shaofeng deserved.
Not to mention that Qin Shaofeng still had so many treasures belonging to the sect and the Tian Shu lineage that had yet to be returned. That alone meant Fan Shaoqing would come looking for him sooner or later.
With such confidence, he naturally had no reason to linger.
After returning to the resting room.
Fan Yuze immediately burst into delighted laughter. "Congratulations on taking first place, Junior Brother Qin! Come, come, come—we shouldn't just sit around here. Those people from the other two sects clearly still have a good while to dawdle. It would already be pretty good if my father could return tonight. Come back with me first; I'll have someone prepare a banquet to celebrate for you."
Qin Shaofeng was not someone