"Brother... Brother Jiang?"
Li Zhuifeng thought that he had seen a ghost, and then he raised his hands to rub his eyes. However, he didn't see wrongly. He could recognize that face even if it had turned into ashes, let alone the fact that there was an obvious 'trash' word on his forehead.
(The way that brushstroke looks, it's definitely the work of Teacher.)
"Why would you appear here?"
Li Zhuifeng subconsciously looked over next to Jiang Leng and saw Sun Mo. His eyes then squinted. "Have you acknowledged him as your teacher?"
"Ding San's opponent isn't weak!"
Ding Yi was planning on scolding out. (You're the work of the manor head, but you're fighting so bitterly in the first round of a mere personal disciples battle?) However, after seeing Ying Baiwu's performance, Ding Yi shut up.
It was because he wouldn't be able to get an easy win either.
Li Zhuifeng didn't pay any heed to Ding Yi but continued to stare at Jiang Leng.
