"Ugh, whoever wants to go can go; I’m not interested. That’s just a trap, and you should see what kind of crowd is going there."
The disciple quickly shook his head, his expression clearly saying he’d rather die than go.
"It seems like a few disciples from the Lower Three Rings who are from humble backgrounds; huh, joining Li Feng is like birds of a feather flocking together, but it seems only a few joined him. I haven’t heard of anyone else joining."
"Hmph, no one’s foolish enough for that. Zhang Qiang and a few others are isolated, feeling they have no future, and seeing Li Feng is like grabbing the last straw for survival."
"But it’s a pity. Zhang Qiang probably didn’t expect a change in leadership within one day; I bet he’s regretting it deeply now."
"Haha, perhaps not."
In the crowd, the slightly disguised Li Feng and Zhang Qiang listened to the loud laughter not far away, with Zhang Qiang’s face turning livid.
"Camp Master, I joined you and have never regretted it," Zhang Qiang expressed his feelings earnestly.
Li Feng smiled faintly: "Let people talk; we can’t stop others from speaking. But there are quite a few people today."
Zhang Qiang watched Li Feng stroll around the training field with keen interest, feeling conflicted. This man truly has a calm deanor.
The other side’s recruiting for trusted aides attracts thousands competing, while their recruitnt for trusted aides remains at the seven or eight Zhang Qiang brought with him after two days, with no newcors.
The contrast is stark.
The humiliation resounds with an echo of slaps.
"Camp Master, maybe I could gather so more people; if we promise so benefits, I think we could attract a few more," Zhang Qiang whispered.
"There’s no need."
"But Camp Master, you promised Bai Yi a battle in three months. At this rate, their Personal Guard Camp with five hundred strong might include the most formidable batch from Nine Layers Mountain, probably starting at the General level."
"Surely, you won’t have us seven or eight facing off against five hundred people; even if we aren’t afraid to die, we can’t afford such humiliation."
Zhang Qiang lanted, thinking of facing five hundred people in three months with less than ten of them alongside the Camp Master, sent shivers down his spine.
"Don’t worry; there’s always a way, especially when I’m not anxious. Why are you?"
Li Feng responded calmly.
"Is that Ouyang Qiuhai?"
Huh.
Zhang Qiang followed Li Feng’s gaze toward Sikong Yu and Ouyang Qiuhai, standing conspicuously among the crowd. With no one nearby, their striking appearance and spirited deanor were apparent.
"Yes, the one in the red armor on the left is Sikong Yu, Flag Master of the White Tiger Camp, and beside her in the white armor is Ouyang Qiuhai."
Li Feng was also familiar with Sikong Yu. Today, she wore red leather armor, accentuating her shapely figure, with a sword hanging from her waist, her heroic aura adding to her sensual allure.
anwhile, Ouyang Qiuhai’s appearance rivaled Sikong Yu’s, but her personality was entirely different, her face cold as frost, with an aura of chilly aloofness that intimidated.
Standing together, the two really embodied the contrast between fire and ice.
"Bai Yi from the Bai Family, this man is not simple. The Bai Family has deep roots, being a thousand-year-old family, and a generation of military geniuses in its ancestry. Though its influence in the military isn’t prominent now, it still holds sway."
"Especially in recent years, the Bai Family has been dissatisfied with its current status, and several brilliant Family Heads have erged, reversing its decline and hinting at a resurgence."
"The Bai Family won’t settle for being a second-rate family."
Ouyang Qiuhai whispered to Sikong Yu. Though competitors, the two were also close friends and shared familial ties, ultimately cousins.
"The Bai Family’s ambition is known by almost everyone. Although they’ve been discreet, they shouldn’t assu everyone is foolish."
"It’s possible the Bai Family has its eyes on my Sikong family," Sikong Yu frankly admitted. "Bai Yi has always been low-key, but he’s the Bai Family’s legitimate heir, deeply hidden. This ti, he’s openly standing forward, indicating the Bai Family can no longer hold back."
"Indeed, the Bai Family rose through the military. Although Ancestor Dragon City is peaceful now, I heard the Ten Demon Hall has been active a lot lately, and even the Ten Forbidden Zones show so movent."
"The Bai Family sending people into the military now might be preparation for potential war."
Sikong Yu nodded: "Right, during peaceful tis, rising is not easy for a family. Only amidst turbulent war can a family’s rise or fall be evident."
Each battle with the Demon Alliance reshuffles the deck; countless families rise, countless families fall, and those enduring are only the Eight Royal Families, continually thriving.
The Sikong family has weathered over a thousand years, once glorious, but the family bloodline is thinning; talented descendants within the clan are increasingly rare. She’s a woman who has beco a symbol for the Sikong family, a facade, indicating the family’s foundations have decayed to such a state.
"By the way, about Li Feng, I wonder if he might co and watch the commotion." Ouyang Qiuhai sensed Sikong Yu’s despondency and quickly changed the topic.
"Him?"
Sikong Yu heard Li Feng ntioned: "He shouldn’t co. After all, their recruitnt attracts a massive crowd, whereas his netted only seven or eight cats from Lower Three Rings origins. Does he not realize how poor his background is, or does he think his strength will attract followers?"
"Such naivety."
Sikong Yu found it hard to describe Li Feng. Despite his arrogance and dominance, to her, his view was narrow.
Ancestor Dragon City belongs to the family’s dominion, even the sect’s power can’t compare.
No matter how formidable his capability, how impressive his talent, lacking family background, recruiting followers is a foolish dream.
"Shall we go see him? Honestly, I’m sowhat intrigued," Ouyang Qiuhai added.
"You’re interested in him?"
"Ahem, don’t get wrong, I’m not trying to recruit him into marriage, just purely intrigued. After all, a guy from Lower Three Rings creates such a stir; truthfully, I’m surprised he’s even surviving."
Ouyang Qiuhai remarked.
Sikong Yu glanced at the chilly Ouyang Qiuhai. Despite her perpetual frostiness and aloof deanor typical of a family girl, she possessed rebelliousness equaling her own.
That’s why they beca close friends.
"He should be in the Flag Master Mansion. Let’s go take a look; I want to see his current expression."
The disparity in treatnt between them was vast enough to make Sikong Yu almost feel sorry for Li Feng.
Anyone with ambition would feel crushed in such circumstances.
The two turned to walk outside.
Heading toward Li Feng, who was astonished, wondering if lingering glances led to him being recognized?
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