Chen Yuan's face was heavy, and his eyes were sharp.
Zhou Qingfeng suddenly made a strange move. He bowed deeply to Chen Yuan. "Principal, I'm indebted to you. I won't let you down."
After saying that, Zhou Qingfeng raised his body and said to Lu Benwei, "Junior Lu Benwei, do you still remember our promise?"
Lu Benwei did not hate Zhou Qingfeng, but he did not like him either.
Lu Benwei nodded and said, "Of course I remember."
"Alright, I'll add one more condition to our agreement. If neither of us can enter the top eight, I hope that the Ancient Sword of Clarity can be placed in the weapons pavilion. This is because neither of us entered the top eight, which proves that neither of us is worthy of it."
Lu Benwei fell into deep thought and said, "No problem."
This time, Lu Benwei had the idea of winning the championship. He would get into the top eight.
Chen Yuan nodded his head in satisfaction and said, "This is good."
