Zhang Kaicheng felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this. He really didn't remember; who would remember when they were drunk?
"Really?"
"Otherwise, why would I lie to you? Do you think Zhao Mingzhen has nothing better to do? If his disciple Ding Junhua wins this competition, Ding Junhua will become famous overnight and may get this spot, and Zhao Mingzhen can go with him."
And now you and Guo Yunkai will lose this opportunity to go to the Holy Land, do you understand?
"No, this is just a friendly spar between disciples. It's not that serious. Winning and losing are normal. Don't talk nonsense."
Luo Yong pointed at him hatefully and said:
“You know, if it were just two disciples sparring in private, it wouldn’t have any impact. But this time, they’ve blown things up. Everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect knows about it, so it’s no longer just a simple sparring match. The nature of this matter has changed.”
Zhang Kaicheng was taken aback. "Is it that serious?"
"What else did you think?"
Zhang Kaicheng frowned, as if he had just thought of something. "Wait, how do we get to the Holy Realm? The Holy Realm is so far away from us. Even with our Nascent Soul cultivation, it would take us decades or even centuries to fly there."
"Elder Sun Fan said that our Heavenly Sword Sect's patriarch will personally take action. Although we don't know what method he will use, I believe that with his King Realm cultivation, even if he flies, it won't take long."
Zhang Kaicheng then realized the seriousness of the matter; it turned out that Zhao Mingzhen, that old fox, had been plotting this all along.
No wonder he felt something was off.
Is he trying to get his disciple Ding Junhua to steal Yun Kai's chance and avenge the arrow wound he inflicted on him years ago?
Zhang Kaicheng was getting a little anxious. He had to seize the opportunity to go to the Holy Domain and make the most of his time to train Little Stone.
"Old Luo, why didn't you remind me of something so important?"
Luo Yong pouted, "I told you, but you didn't take it to heart at all. Is it my fault?"
"I'm not talking to you anymore, I need to go back and keep a close eye on that kid."
Then Luo Yong watched as Zhang Kaicheng ran off in a great hurry.
There was a cup of freshly poured tea left on the table, still steaming.
"That old man really has no sense of urgency. He didn't take such a big matter to heart. I don't know how he got so lucky to take on a genius disciple."
Hopefully it's not too late, but there are only a few days left, so it's a bit uncertain.
"The Holy Land... even I, an old man, have never been there. I truly yearn for it."
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