“This kid easily dominated the outer disciples contest and got first. His understanding and potential is immeasurable. I think we can give him a chance.” The white-bearded old man said.
Zhao Feng looked gratefully towards him. He had helped him more than once.
“I oppose!” A cold voice sounded from opposite corner. The person was Zhao Tianjian.
“Every country has their own rules! How can rules be changed for one person? If they arrive late for the main tournament, then it is obvious that he is disregarding the rules!” Zhao Tianjian said righteously.
Zhao Feng felt sick. He was late because Zhao Tianjian had sent assassins after him.