"Pei Feng, come out!"
After some time had passed, someone finally lost their patience.
After drinking Love Wine, he still had to pass three trials before the matter could be considered set in stone. And judging by the strength Pei Feng had displayed, unless he had improved tremendously recently—beyond anyone's imagination, at that—there was practically no chance of him passing.
And this "practically" was basically no different from a one hundred percent certainty that he would fail.
But clearly, compared to watching him fail, some people even wanted to strip him of the right to take part in this altogether.
Pei Feng was merely second-rate. He had no right to have anything to do with Xue Xue.
In fact, anyone who understood Xue Xue's personality knew that her making Love Wine most likely did not mean she had truly fallen for him. Rather, for some reason, she probably intended to give Pei Feng a good beating.
Since that was the case, they might as well beat him up directly and nip the matter in the bud.
Although Pei Feng had some backing, as long as they did not beat him to death, there would be little his people could say.
What was more, even if Xue Xue herself said nothing, the Xue Family would certainly not agree to this.
Therefore, if they could stop it in advance and prove that he lacked the ability, the Xue Family would not need to mobilize so many people and truly arrange those so-called three trials. That would also count as showing goodwill toward the Xue Family and earning them a favor.
They were already displeased, and there were benefits to be gained as well. Naturally, they stepped forward to cause trouble.
Besides, Xue Xue herself was outstanding. Whether among great clans or otherwise,