"I secretly stole it from my master when he wasn't paying attention. He has always loved wine, and I laughed at him. Now it seems that he has reason to love wine." Luo Jiujiang broke the seal and drank a big gulp of liquor. It burned from his throat to his stomach like a knife. He swallowed it down with a sense of relief and exhaled with a burst of heroism.

Han Qianling looked expressionlessly at the wine jar stuffed into his arms, and finally drank it. He looked very elegant while drinking, his delicate face coated with a thin layer of moonlight. Even now, sitting in the mud in an unruly manner, he looked as handsome as a jade statue.

A fight where the opponent could predict his every move would normally be extremely frustrating. However, Luo Jiujiang became happier and happier with each fight, and now he was so happy that he was drinking wine to accompany his excitement.

"I've never really competed before... am I this happy just because I won?"

"Are you unhappy?" Luo Jiujiang smiled and turned his head. "I didn't consider you as my opponent. When we were fighting just now, I always regarded you as my other half, my other hand."

"It's rare to have a true friend in this world. You understand me so well, and I understand you so well. I'm so happy." Luo Jiujiang raised his head and took another sip, his voice full of joy and satisfaction.

That night, the moon was as bright as a wheel. Under the dreamy silver light, Han Qianling stared at Luo Jiujiang silently for a long time.

"I'm happy too," he said.

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Originally, Luo Jiujiang was still wondering how Han Qianling could avoid the final competition, but he didn't expect that Han Qianling would go up in a bad state the next day. Even his pulse was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. He claimed that his spiritual energy had gone astray in his meridians during his practice the day before.

Others who were frightened by him either felt sorry for him or gloated over his misfortune, but Luo Jiujiang was the only one who could tell at a glance that he was pretending.

It seems that he really dislikes fighting with Luo Jiujiang in public, even if it is just a competition to select his qualities.

Yue Qinghui and Dong Shuangyu weren't able to make the top ten, which was certainly a pity, but the prizes for the top twenty were quite generous. The top ten in the final round would receive a three-day entrance to a secret realm for cultivation. They, along with a dozen other people, watched the ten winners enter the secret realm.

Before this, Dong Shuangyu took another look at Du Chuan, whose face was pale, and frowned slightly as if he had thought of something.

"What's wrong?" Yue Qinghui noticed his emotions in time.

"I'm afraid the eldest son of the Du family won't be able to calm down easily."

"Hmm?" Yue Qinghui looked Du Chuan up and down several times, but still couldn't see anything. "Ever since he withdrew from that group competition, Du Chuan has been very quiet. He must have lost heart."

Dong Shuangyu shook his head gently: "If the same thing really happened, Master Luo would definitely be able to correct his mistakes, and Master Han would also be able to remain calm in the face of praise or criticism; I am the one who cuts the loss in time, and you are the one who covers your head... As for this Master Du, I think he has the appearance of a trapped beast."