It seemed he was afraid Song Wen would refuse. Without waiting for Song Wen's reply, he hurriedly added.
"May I ask your honored surname, brother?"
"Fang Pengyi," Song Wen said.
Xu Yan cupped his hands. "Brother Fang, my father is Xu Tan, the registrar of the City Lord's Manor, and my martial skills are not bad either. So long as you lend me a hand in this assessment, then in the future, whether in Guanling City or East Creek Mountain, with me looking after you, no one will dare bully you."
Hearing this, Song Wen looked troubled, as though unwilling to let the other man copy from him, yet unsure how to refuse.
After hesitating for quite a while, he finally spoke.
"Brother Xu, in tomorrow's assessment, I'm afraid we won't be seated beside each other. Even if I wish to help, I fear my heart may be willing while my strength falls short."
Unexpectedly, Xu Yan did not care in the slightest. A trace of pride appeared on his face.
"Rest assured, Brother Fang. My father still carries some weight in Guanling City. Moreover, I love martial arts and have spent years hanging around the training grounds, so I'm familiar with most of the soldiers. Tomorrow, I can sit wherever I please. No one will stop me."
Watching the somewhat smug Xu Yan, Song Wen gave a faint smile.
How truly ignorant and pitiful!
Sun-Moon Temple was plotting against these young people.
The City Lord's Manor was plotting against these young people as well.
Only these young people and their families remained unaware, sharpening their heads as they tried to bore their way into the trap.
Seeing the smile on Song Wen's face, Xu Yan immediately misunderstood. His expression brightened.
"Brother Fang, are you agreeing?"
Song Wen nodded slightly.