In the building beside the plaza, Ji Wenlong was collecting his winnings from the other four with a serious expression on his face. 

Chang Huaiwu passed an empty rank three talisman paper over to Ji Wenlong while sighing, “Are our juniors really so terrifying now? Man and spear as one, he managed to make huge progress towards comprehending a martial intent at the Martial Intent Realm. Are you sure he only entered the Martial Intent Realm a while ago?”

The corners of Ji Wenlong’s lips curled upwards as a wide grin slowly formed. “The newer generation will have to replace us one day. I can’t wait for the day those little brats manage to defeat us. Why are you so worked up about it?” 

Shaking his head, Chang Huaiwu revealed a bitter smile...