"Wh-why is your number tag blank?"
Just as everyone had leaped up, Niu Geng had been squeezed out by three disciples.
He had caught nothing.
At the critical moment, Lin Shisan had given him his own number tag.
But unexpectedly, this number tag was actually blank.
He understood at once. This was plainly a setup.
They wanted to eliminate Lin Shisan right in front of his beautiful master, Feng Xian'er.
A textbook rigged contest, and such a naked, undisguised one at that.
"It's fine. Take my number tag."
Lin Shisan patted Niu Geng on the shoulder.
He handed over the number tag in his hand and took Niu Geng's blank tag in passing.
"Go on. I'll be fine."
Looking at Niu Geng's eyes brimming with grateful tears, Lin Shisan smiled faintly, his harmless face radiant.
You want to play? Then let's play big.
For things he could not handle, he could only ask his own grown-up for help. There was no shame in that.
"But... Senior Brother Lin..."
Without letting Niu Geng say anything more, Lin Shisan pushed him into the fifth group.
"Has everyone received a number tag? You there, dark-skinned boy, why haven't you joined your group? What are you standing there for?"
The immortal master who had distributed the number tags kept darting his eyes around.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Niu Geng, who had walked into the fifth group, then at Lin Shisan, who stood there blankly.
Unease rippled through his heart.
He had been there yesterday. How could he not know that Feng Xian'er had publicly accepted Lin Shisan as her disciple?
His original intention had been to drive Niu Geng out and take Lin Shisan down a peg. Lin Shisan had stood out far too much yesterday.
Not only