Seeing Liu Wanchang approaching with a silly grin, Shu Han resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said, "What is it, Uncle-Master?"
Liu Wanchang stroked his bald head and advised, "Nephew, this is a private competition, we didn't go to the Ziyang Heavenly Platform, so strictly speaking, it doesn't count. Look, your master and I are from the same sect, we're basically family! Family doesn't need formalities, let's forget about the ranking."
Wei Zhiming, his face dark, leaned closer: "Master, I'm willing to bet..." "If you admit defeat, my ranking will belong to him."
Liu Wanchang turned and glared at him, kicking him in the butt so hard he almost fell flat on his face. He roared, "Don't you know what state you're in after taking the Qi-Extracting Pill? Weak for a month, unable to take it
