Wei Lingxuan was the least willing to admit what she had seen.

Calmly, she asked her cousin, “Why do you reckon he went for the fourth ring?”

“I suppose since he knew he was bound to fail, so he might as well go for broke.” Contempt surfaced on Wei Qingyi’s face. “This way, when he exits, it’s not as shameful because he failed in challenging level four synchronization.”

“What do you guys think?” Wei Lingxuan looked towards the crowd.

“I agree with brother Qingyi.”

“This guy must be a masochistic freak who enjoys being shamed by others.”

The geniuses of the sanctum each had their own understanding, but at the center of it all they agreed on one thing: Li Tianming was a joke.

“Just look at him, withstanding the spiritual energy storm of the fourth ring. He’ll be dead in minutes,” Wei Lingxuan said.

“Who do you think will be blamed for his death?” Wei Qingyi brought up a legitimate question.

Wei Lingxuan rolled her...