"Alright, next up we continue patrolling. You, kid, get a good night's rest tonight and aim for a good result tomorrow."
"Is it ten o'clock already?"
"A few minutes shy. We'll reach the camp just in time. Your Brother Zhao has carefully timed it."
"No wonder you suddenly asked to change the patrol route. Thanks a bunch~"
Brother Zhao waved his hand proudly and said
"If you really want to thank me, then win the championship and go on to thrash that guy Wu Feng at the national competition."
"What's up with Wu Feng? He hasn't bothered you guys, has he?"
Seeing Brother Zhao and the others looking indignant, Feng Yuan was puzzled and, glancing at Feng Yuan, Brother Zhao said somewhat dissatisfactorily
"It's not him bothering us, but that guard team. They're always boasting about having a Divine Pact Maker. If you can defeat Wu Feng, I'd like to see how they can still have the cheek to show off to us every day."
"Why are you so sure I can beat Wu Feng?"
