Chu Yun finally arrived, fashionably late.
Master Wei Luhui took several deep breaths and steadied his emotions before saying in a low voice, "Junior, if you'd come any later, this old man would have thought you were too cowardly to fight."
Chu Yun glanced at him and nodded. "Sorry. I was too tired yesterday and only just woke up. Let's begin."
"Uh, only just woke up?!" Master Wei Luhui could not help widening his eyes, glaring at Chu Yun as though he wanted to devour him alive.
He had originally assumed that Chu Yun had been delayed by some pressing matter and had been waiting for an apology. He had never expected these words instead.
"'Only just woke up'—how righteous he made it sound, how casually he said it." Even the academy staff member overseeing this contest was shaken to the core. It seemed this contestant, Peerless, did not even know who Master Wei Luhui was.
"Start already! Save time!" Chu Yun called out. His heart was burning with anxiety; he really was pressed for time.
Master Wei Luhui's eyelids twitched. Save time? You've got some nerve saying that! Who was it that made this master wait half an hour for nothing?!
If not for the sake of his bearing and dignity, Master Wei Luhui would already have wanted to teach Chu Yun a lesson.
"This is Master Wei Luhui," the academy staff member quietly reminded Chu Yun. "He is a Mount Tai and Big Dipper-level figure in our weapon-refining world."
Hearing this, Master Wei Luhui unconsciously puffed out his chest and raised his head.
"Oh, is that so? Hello, hello. Can we start now?" Chu Yun gave him another look, his tone anxious. "Hurry up. I'm still in a rush."
"You!" The academy staff member stared at Chu Yun