A Disciple Like This
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Keep it up, then," he said and went back to the palace wall.
The old man in the gray robe didn't give it a second thought. He believed no one would refuse a chance to get into the Sacred Institute.
What a pity!
Everyone around was shaking their heads. All of them were gazing at the masked man, wondering what his expression was behind the mask.
What would they think if they knew his real intention?
Why?
Wen Xin was confused, too. When the old man in the gray robe had made him an offer, she was really happy for Jiang Chen, but she noticed him glance at the Third Prince and could roughly guess the answer.
As long as he kept advancing, his chances of running into the Third Prince would be one in three. This was a competition without rules. It would be his best opportunity to kill this arrogant prince.