Lei Wanche shot the master of the Rising Dragon Pavilion a sidelong glance,
Had that old ghost taken dirty money from the Qi Family?
He could size up Qi Xuan with his eyes closed. As for that Lu Zhen?
Lei Wanche hadn't given him a second thought.
The boy was talented, sure, but he was still wet behind the ears.
Places on the expedition to Primeval Star were precious. Make room for those two? It was the joke of the century.
The master of the Rising Dragon Pavilion, however, wore a faint smile.
He knew that a "Spirit Moon Tier" genius, as rated by the Great Luo Celestial Pivot Institute, was no fish meant for a small pond.
Three months had passed, and Lu Zhen had broken through to the Rushing River Realm. Who knew what enormous surprise he might have in store?
Even if there was no enormous surprise, he would at least be no worse than Qi Xuan.
Then they could send him to Primeval Star to hone himself amid its opportunities. The boy would surely improve faster than anyone.
Below, at the Life-and-Death Arena.
"Senior Brother Qi is here!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Qi Xuan, dressed in brocade, tapped a toe against the ground and landed in the center of the Arena.
He clasped his hands behind his back and raised his chin, every inch the arrogant scion of a great family.
A moment later,
the crowd parted of its own accord.
Lu Zhen climbed the stone steps onto the Arena.
"Junior Brother Lu, I underestimated your nerve." Qi Xuan sneered. "I thought you'd be so scared you'd hide in the Tai'e Sword Academy today. I didn't expect you to actually come here to die."
Lu Zhen didn't even look him in the eye.
His