Grass-Wood Division

Yang Qingshan and Nan Gongfan dragged their tired bodies back to their room.

“What? Brother Zhao Feng challenged a substitute inner disciple?” Nan Gongfan was surprised when he heard this news. Yang Qingshan sighed, feeling guilty and worried.

He worried about Zhao Feng, as well as his own future.

“Brother Zhao Feng, you were far too rash. I know it was for my good, but… ”

Yang Qingshan and Nan Gongfan found Zhao Feng, they weren’t confident that the latter would win.

“Brother Zhao Feng, I know you’re good at fighting, but if you want to battle Ji Fengyun, you should at least reach the 9th rank first, so you have a higher chance of winning. Furthermore, one can challenge a substitute inner disciples once every six months,” Nan Gongfan said.

No one thought that Zhao Feng would win because he was only at the 8th rank of the Consolidated Realm while his opponent was at half-Ascended Realm.