If My Master Is Here, You Wouldn’t Even Be Able To Last One Round

Wuwu and Ji Fengxing looked at the duo in stunned silence. They were surprised that the duo was still in the mood for rock-paper-scissors at such a crucial moment. If they were not worried, they would have been impressed.

If the Flying Star House wanted to look for trouble, how was the Thousand Willow Monastery going to overcome it?

Meanwhile, Yu Shangrong and Yu Zhenghai played their game.

Three rounds later, Yu Shangrong won. He smiled faintly as he said, "Thank you."

Yu Zhenghai placed his hands on his back and said, "Since I'm your senior brother, it's only natural for me to give this chance to you."

Yu Shangrong was pleased enough with his victory that he did not bother to bicker with Yu Zhenghai. He was happier than that time when they had their ultimate Eight-leaf battle in Cloud Radiant Forest.

Wuwu and Ji Fengxing were speechless as they watched the duo.