Wei Wufang's gaze had already settled on Yan Zimo's face, and he could not help but snort coldly.
Seventh Brother had never gotten along well with him.
One was like a man-eating tiger, the other like a venomous snake in the grass. He had always disdained Seventh Brother's way of doing things.
"Other than Seventh Brother, is anyone else interested in competing with me?"
Wei Wufang looked at the crowd and called out loudly, "If you're interested, say so directly. Let's rely on our own strength—there's no need to hide anything."
Everyone responded with silence.
Among Chu Jie's eight disciples, the factions were clearly divided. Other than Eighth Brother, the other seven had already taken sides.
The other four Thief Chiefs ordinarily had no interest in involving themselves in Thief Sect affairs. Their silence made it obvious that they were not interested in competing for the position of Thief Zhi either.
"So no one else is interested."
Wei Wufang smiled, rose to his feet, and looked at Yan Zimo. "How many contributions have I made to the Thief Sect? Back then, an Embroidered Uniform Guard tracked us down, and I was the one who dealt with him. Afterward, I had to hide for a full hundred years. What about you, Seventh Brother? What have you done for the Thief Sect? What right do you have to compete with me for Thief Zhi's position?"
Being insulted to his face, Yan Zimo did not hold back either. Expressionless, he gave an "Oh" and mocked him.
"You killed an ordinary Embroidered Uniform Guard. What's so impressive about that? Someone who didn't know better might think you'd eliminated the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard."
"Just wait and see."
Wei Wufang snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and left.
The other three Thief Chiefs left