After the Sacred Summit students left, Li Luo turned to Qin Zhulu. "How're the wounds?"

Qin Zhulu brushed aside his concern. "Nothing major. But that guy's strong."

He looked in the direction that Sun Dasheng had gone in, eyes still burning bright. That was exactly the sort of opponent he would love to fight against. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in the middle of a competition right now, he would have chased Sun Dasheng down already.

Li Luo drew himself up. "If I were your father," he said pompously, "I'd say that I hope you would direct that passion towards the beautiful girls...