“That’s not the same!” Song Zining growled. He paced about nearby in apparent agitation.

“I’ve already made the Wolf King pay, and he will continue to do so,” Qianye replied.

The two seemed to have switched roles. Now it was Qianye who had to keep consoling Song Zining.

The latter had become irritable all of a sudden. “You don’t understand! You don’t need to worry about this matter, I’ll handle it. If I don’t let them see my power, they’ll keep thinking this is a land of hidden experts.”

Astonished, Qianye broke into laughter. “You can’t even beat Fatty Ji, to speak nothing of the Wolf King. What are you going to do? Throw away your life?”

“And you can beat them!?”

“I can beat Fatty Ji.”

“You!” Song Zining was stoppered up as his face turned red. Individual fighting power was always the seventh young master’s weak point. He was always one step behind Qianye, yet even a small gap would be magnified hundreds of times in battle.

Qianye’s provocation actually calmed Song Zining down. He threw his backpack to Qianye with a glare and said, “This is for you to protect your puny life with. Don’t get yourself...