Was This Competition Still Meaningful?

Yi Feng ignored those who looked at him with ulterior motives.

As for the few who tried to curry favor with him, Yi Feng greeted them warmly and familiarly.

"Brother Yi, you must look after us when the time comes!"

Several young men said with cupped fists.

Their statuses were not low either; every one of them was a Chief Disciple.

Even so, they actually had no confidence in the competition.

But in their eyes, even if they could not see through Yi Feng's depth, someone Wang Yiyun had singled out must surely have some substance.

"Easy enough. I'll definitely look after you when the time comes."

Yi Feng said with a smile.

The moment Yi Feng said this, Jiang Zuo and Jiang You's toes clawed into the ground again.

Good heavens.

Every one of them was a Chief Disciple, yet you—a guy who could not even climb a mountain—actually wanted to look after them?

Were you kidding?

They could practically imagine the furious expressions on those Chief Disciples' faces once they learned Yi Feng's true strength.

The two tugged at Yi Feng.

Yi Feng was chatting away enthusiastically and did not spare them a glance.

Their faces were full of anxious embarrassment, but it was not convenient to say it outright in front of the others. In the end, they gritted their teeth and decided to leave Yi Feng alone.

The two brothers went straight back to their room.

"From now on, I'm going into seclusion. I'll stay in seclusion until the competition ends," Jiang Zuo said gloomily as he closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Right, straight into seclusion until the competition is over. Once it ends, we'll take him and run without stopping for even a moment," Jiang You said as well.

They did