"Let's go," Feng Buxiu's voice came from beside him.
Xu Zimo withdrew his thoughts and shifted his gaze away from the Stone Tablet.
"What kind of person was this Madman Chu?"
"Some said he was a true man, while others said he was a madman," Feng Buxiu replied.
"But regardless of the judgment passed on him, Madman Chu had been praised by later generations and was an exceptionally rare powerhouse."
Just as the group reached the city gates, a group of people approached them head-on.
"Oh? Dean Feng personally led the team this time?"
The group wore gray robes, each carrying an arrow case on their back, filled with arrows of every color.
Their auras were sharp and exposed, their faces concealed so that only a pair of eyes, keen as arrows, remained visible.
When they stared at someone, it made them feel as though thorns were pressing against their backs, unbearably uncomfortable.
"It's Wu Jian Academy," Feng Buxiu said quietly to Xu Zimo.
Then he raised his head and smiled. "Dean Liu, it has indeed been a long time. Why are you personally leading the team as well?"
"The competition is of utmost importance. Naturally, I can only rest easy by leading the team myself," Dean Liu replied with a smile.
"I heard that not long ago, your academy's Hong Yu was beaten to death at Nine Ghost Academy.
"I wonder who you still have left to compete?"
Seeing the gloating expression on Dean Liu's face, Feng Buxiu frowned slightly. "There is no need for Dean Liu to concern himself with that. Once we are on the stage, the outcome will naturally be clear."
Hearing Feng Buxiu's words, Dean Liu did not get angry. He stepped forward and patted Feng Buxiu on the shoulder.
He smiled. "Brother Feng, don't