Qing Yan left.
Only Qin Chuan and Zhu Jiahong were left in the room.
The wave of dog food just now caught Qin Chuan off guard.
"Brother Zhu, are you still not going to tell her your true cultivation level?" he asked after he had calmed down.
"I was going to tell you," Zhu Jiahong said.
But after thinking about it, I feel that I should wait until the great tournament to give her a surprise. "
"Alright then!" This was a matter between the two of them, so Qin Chuan didn't want to say anything.
The next day.
Early in the morning, the inner sect was bustling with activity.
There was a huge training hall in the inner sect.
This training hall would be used as the venue for the disciples to compete.
There were over four thousand inner sect disciples participating in the competition this time.
The training hall was divided into ten stages.
