Zhang Junxue picked up one from the top, whispering, "I wish my eldest brother will also achieve good results tomorrow."
"Hahahaha." Zhang Junlan roared with laughter, "He has no tomorrow."
"What...."
"He was too embarrassing today, he couldn't stand twenty rounds."
"What could anyone do if they met Cui Yu." Zhang Junyan retorted loudly, "Didn't I tell you all? Chu Nian, he's the best player of the fourth level in the Cui Yu Sword Gate! How can we beat him? I am the leader of the Zhang family, not the leader of Bo Wangzhou."
Zhang Junlan sighed: "Even our eldest brother shows fear before fighting, it's normal that we, his younger siblings, cannot overcome the Sect members – isn't it, Junxue?"
Zhang Junxue was holding a persimmon, taking a tiny bite off it, smiling at them but remaining quiet.
"But Junxue did defeat them." Another person jumped in, "However, we indeed have met so many Sect people this year, much more than the losers we met in previous years."
