Yun Huanling missed the latter half of the sentence, but caught the first half. "What do you mean, you and me in one group! Su Jiu and that brat in another!"
In his agitation, Yun Huanling shouted outright.
Lan Fang Ziyi rolled his eyes without the slightest restraint. Sorry, but he really couldn't help himself.
Su Jiu's gaze was impassive, carrying an indescribable chill. "Do you have any other objections?"
Normally, Yun Huanling would already have backed down, but after thinking about the grouping this time, he mustered his courage and said quietly, "I think there might be a tiny problem with these groups."
Su Jiu tilted her head slightly, seemingly asking what the problem was.
Yun Huanling swallowed. "Look, you and your Junior Granduncle are both experts with extremely powerful Arts, while my Senior Brother and I fall far short. I think we ought to distribute our strength more evenly."
Lan Fang Ziyi continued rolling his eyes. His junior brother had barely spoken all evening, yet the moment grouping came up, he sprang back to life. And he was being so blatant about it, too. Was he afraid others wouldn't know what feelings he harbored for Su Jiu?
Lan Fang Ziyi felt he ought to say something to salvage the situation for his junior brother. They were fellow disciples, after all. His embarrassing himself was no different from embarrassing the Heavenly Secret Sect.
But before he could decide what to say, a cool voice rang out unhurriedly.
"How would you like to divide the groups?" Su Jiu was surprised, because the question had actually come from her Junior Granduncle, whose expression had remained utterly indifferent all this time.
Yun Huanling said without hesitation, "I was thinking it would be best for someone strong to take someone weak along. For