Elder Yang watched his disciple display divine prowess, winning two matches in a row, and his originally gloomy face was now beaming with joy.
"Haha, old man Shoumei, how come every one of your disciples is like a useless bucket? One after another, they're defeated and beaten like dead dogs."
"In my opinion, it's not that they are incompetent, but you as a master are lacking. With poor skills in teaching disciples, the disciples you bring up are naturally mediocre," Elder Yang said with malice, his words laden with sinister intent.
For a respected elder, the greatest value lies in nurturing disciples who achieve greatness.
This is also the greatest contribution to the sect.
"Stop slinging mud at my master here. So what if you defeated Bao Liya? I'll go!"
Chu Feng drew his sword and headed for the arena.
He could never stand by and watch his fellow disciple be trampled underfoot and humiliated by the enemy.
