"The speed is alright, the strength is so-so, and he waited until the last moment to make a move. Does he think he's cool?"
The girl glanced at Feng Hao in the distance, lifted her wine gourd, took a few more gulps, and said with a flushed face.
Wang Chen sniffed, eyes wide open: "Is this Immortal Drunk? Auntie, did you steal wine from Uncle Qing Ye again?"
"Smack."
The girl flicked Wang Chen's forehead from a distance: "Watch your mouth, what do you mean by stealing? Your aunt took it fair and square, okay?"
Wang Chen: "..."
He felt he was in for bad luck again.
Every time Auntie went to steal wine and Uncle Qing Ye couldn't find her, he would take it out on him.
"Auntie, I hate you..."
"Smack!"
...
Feng Hao's last move sparked a burst of enthusiastic cheers from the crowd.
"Senior Brother Feng Hao is so strong!"
"Senior Brother Feng Hao is so handsome."
"..."
A group of female disciples screamed.
"Congratulations to Feng Hao, Mu Ya, Zhang Yi... on advancing."
