Cang Mingzi took a deep breath and stood up. He bowed deeply to Bi Lingzi and said, "If there is anything I have offended you just now, I apologize. But I have no intention of targeting you, my disciple."
Seeing that the other party was sincere and Cang Mingzi had always been straight-forward, and was just like a typical burly man in Shandong, Bi Lingzi thought for a while and returned a salute. "I thought I heard it wrong."
Seeing that a storm had subsided, everyone could not help but let out a sigh of relief. However, after such a ruckus, there was not much interest left in watching the competition. The scene became silent.
It was the first round of the competition. Yun Fan had already fought a fair-skinned and fat young man on the northwest table.
The young man's name was Guo Huaizh
