"Sure, if you want to participate, just go for it. Pick a good opponent, issue a challenge, and handle this small matter yourself," Xu Fan said indifferently.
"Heh heh, Master," Cui Dong licked his lips, saying bitterly, "but I'm only a Grandmaster right now, just a little chick. If I fight those Martial Kings, and I lose, wouldn't I just embarrass you, Master?"
Having said that, he looked at Xu Fan with an innocent expression.
Xu Fan's lips curved upwards. He understood these little schemes all too well. After all this fuss, the kid was just angling for some benefits.
But his words weren't wrong. Zhou Xian and the others had become Martial Kings now, while Cui Dong was still only a mid-stage Grandmaster. Compared with the prodigies of the Ancient Martial World, there wasn't much spectacle in his current abilities.