"In that case, let's not go into the back courtyard and bother Master just yet."
Master was surely still angry. They could wait until his anger had subsided.
Shi Mao, Wang Yu, and Wei Yuan all nodded, and the three simply sat down in the front courtyard to rest.
"Junior Brother Zhao, thank goodness you made the top eight. Otherwise, we really wouldn't have had any good news today." Shi Mao sighed. His words had barely fallen.
The disciples in the front courtyard all turned to look at him, shock filling their eyes. They had never expected Senior Brother Zhao to make the top eight. Didn't that mean a place on the list was practically assured?
"Junior Brother Zhao, congratulations." At the news, Wang Yu's expression shifted rapidly, thick with jealousy, resentment, relief, and more. Only after a long moment did he speak, somewhat awkwardly.
He had always looked down on Zhao Feng, yet Zhao Feng had made the top eight while he himself had failed to reach even the top thirty-two. Fortunately, he hadn't offended Zhao Feng beyond repair before this, and they had maintained the outward courtesy of fellow disciples.
"Senior Brother Wang, it's too early to say that. Everything still depends on the overall assessment," Zhao Feng said calmly.
In everyone's eyes, his unhurried composure only earned him more approval.
Inside, however, Zhao Feng was muttering to himself.
There must have been something wrong with the draw. How did Chu Fan happen to face Han Dong, the strongest member of the Han Family, which was at odds with the Zhu Family? Could it really be that much of a coincidence?
His own match against Zhu Mingshou probably hadn't been entirely coincidental either. Thinking of his refusal to join the patrol squad organized by the county magistrate, Chu