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Fan Wenxiao and his companions looked at each other and eventually left with a helpless bitter smile.
It wasn't until evening that Mo Wangchen woke up from his sleep, stretched lazily, and then walked toward the courtyard.
As he stepped out of the courtyard, he was startled by the scene before him. Over 200 disciples of the Mo Pavilion had already arrived without him knowing.
"Good morning, everyone..."
Mo Wangchen smiled, feeling somewhat embarrassed. After all, he had told them there would be a competition today, but now it was almost evening...
"Pavilion Master, it's almost evening now," Gao Yang stepped forward with a wry smile.
"Hey! I thought you were planning to run away because you couldn't produce the rewards!" Niu Feng stood out from the crowd.
"What are you talking about? It's just a few martial techniques. Why would I run?" Mo Wangchen curled his lips and said disdainfully.
A few martial techniques?!
