Fang Xingying raised his dull eyes and said, “Alright, I’ll leave then.”

He was a direct descendant of the Sterling House of Fang and should have a high status, but it was pathetic how he was today. Fang Chenhuan and Fang Shuyu were the leaders of this team. He had originally gathered this team, but everyone abandoned him for the two of them when they came.

“Get lost then. We’ll look for Junior Master Xingque ourselves.”

“Junior Master Xingque’s ranking is rising, but he hasn’t reached first place yet. He probably doesn’t have many people around him, and we have to gather with him quickly. It’s already been ten days,” Fang Shuyu said anxiously.

“No problem!” Fang Chenhuan smiled and strode forth happily after getting rid of Fang Xingying.

“That guy is ridiculous. It’s better to die than live like a lazy worm.” Fang Shuyu turned back to look at Fang Xingying’s figure with contempt in his eyes.

“He’s a direct descendant, after all,” said Fang Chenhuan.

“Junior Brother...