Chen Feng did not care about this.
He simply changed into a new grey robe and stood inside the small courtyard house with Zhao Tingxiao, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face and had just come to, waiting for the arrival of the Sect Leader.
"This time, you win."
"After I've recovered, let's have another match!"
Zhao Tingxiao's face showed his unwillingness to concede, and his voice was somewhat unclear, the swelling on his left cheek still not subsided.
Chen Feng's face was expressionless; he only clenched his fists, pondering whether it was feasible to start a fight here.
After defeating his opponent, he was instantly admired by a crowd of True Disciples, who called him Master Chen, and brought him here.
He had some guesses in his heart, but perhaps due to his powerful will, his mind remained relatively calm.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
"Is it because you don't dare..."
