Yi Jiamin's face instantly turned red, looking like a boiled crab. He stared at the spirit rune brush in Sun Mo's hands, and his eyes were filled with humiliation and rage.
He really wanted to grab the brush and display his brilliance, drawing a perfect spirit gathering rune to smack Sun Mo's face ruthlessly.
However, it could only be an extravagant hope because he wouldn't be able to win.
At this moment, Yi Jiamin was filled with regrets. Why didn't he work a little harder through these years? If he had worked a little harder then, he might not have to suffer such humiliation now.
All in all, it was because his strength was not sufficient.
"Teacher Sun, all of us are colleagues. There's no need for you to be so overbearing, right?"
Zhang Qianlin interjected, wanting to help Yi Jiamin out of his predicament. This was because they were from the same camp and were familiar with each other.
"Oh? You want to draw in his stead?"
