What Is Fair

Second Lord Zhao was hardly a prodigy when it came to cultivation.

Though he was a Martial Master, his talent for cultivation truly could not compare to the other two members of his clan.

Zhao Family Fort merely had a much deeper foundation than other villages, and he could be considered a minor genius himself, which was why he had managed to advance to Martial Master.

Yet at his current age, he was still only a Low-Rank Martial Master, with little hope of progressing any further.

It was precisely because of this that he obediently stayed at home, helping guard the family's legacy.

Lang Zhen was seven or eight years younger than him, yet had advanced to Martial Master even earlier. His combat strength was far beyond Second Lord Zhao's.

To put it bluntly, if Lone Wolf had his resources, he would at least be a Mid-Rank Martial Master by now. Becoming an Advanced Martial Master would not have been impossible either.

And if Lang Zhen advanced to Mid-Rank Martial Master, he would definitely dare challenge an Advanced Martial Master. Unlike Second Lord Zhao, who did not even dare fight Lone Wolf one-on-one while Lone Wolf had yet to recover his full strength.

Second Lord Zhao's combat strength was truly mediocre, but he had his own advantage—good judgment!

After being a Martial Master for so many years, his eye was beyond that of ordinary people. After all, even the weakest Martial Master was still a Martial Master.

Otherwise, he could not have seen at a glance that Lone Wolf had not fully recovered his cultivation and was merely hovering at the threshold of Martial Master.

The moment he heard the shriek of Finger Wind, his face changed, and he secretly cried, This is bad!

But by then, it was too