As the paper crane fell, Lu Yaoyao's playful voice came from within: "Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to have such good eyesight. This will save a lot of effort in the future."
Zhou Qing was completely confused when he heard it.
Was it because of fake wine?
...
Today's arena was bustling with activity, and the crowds surged. Disciples from the Thirteen Peaks stood densely around.
Of course, ordinary disciples were not qualified to watch the fight between the Sect Leader's first disciple and a prince. Those who came were mostly True Disciples and Core Disciples.
Additionally, there were several stewards, elders, and many Peak Masters who came to join in the fun.
When Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu arrived, it was already noisy, and people were even secretly betting in the distance.
Wait, the one in charge of betting seemed to be Niu Guangmo?
Zhou Qing looked speechlessly at Yan Xiaohu beside him.
"Boss!" Soon, several familiar True Disciples gathered around.
