The corner of Lu Deshui's eye twitched.
Jun Wangchen was a damn narcissist too!
Still, he genuinely admired Jun Wangchen now, so he immediately nodded. "Senior Brother Jun Wangchen, you'll surely lead the East Bank to victory in the East–West Bank Exchange Tournament three days from now and turn around the embarrassing situation we've been in for the past three years."
"I'll do my best." Jun Wangchen smiled helplessly and pointed in a certain direction. "I'm heading back now. We'll talk later."
"All right. Take care, Senior Brother Jun Wangchen." Lu Deshui bowed slightly, then seemed to remember something and handed Jun Wangchen a sheet of paper. "Senior Brother Jun Wangchen, these are the details I've collected on the West Bank's experts. I hope they'll help."
Jun Wangchen paused, then accepted the paper with a small smile. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me. It's my honor to be of service to you, Senior Brother Jun Wangchen," Lu Deshui said excitedly.
Jun Wangchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After a moment's thought, he took out a pill and handed it to Lu Deshui. "Someone placed a curse technique on you, probably the Spirit-Sealing Curse. It suppresses your cultivation. I imagine your true cultivation isn't merely at the yellow tier. You should at least be somewhere between the late black tier and its peak. Take this pill, and it'll lift the curse."
At those words, Lu Deshui looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He stared fixedly at the pill in Jun Wangchen's hand, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Senior Brother Jun Wangchen, you..."
"You don't need to ask how I know. Take the pill and regain your confidence first." Jun Wangchen handed the pill to Lu Deshui, then left.
Looking at the pill in his hand, then