Ding Fan couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened. To win first place in the second round of the Great Alchemy Competition—wasn't that just daydreaming? It was clearly impossible for him.
"City Lord Sun, with that Ding Lin around, who else could possibly win first place? Isn't this a joke on yourself?"
At this moment, Ding Fan said with great frustration, clearly showing that if he could win first place, he wouldn't have to worry about his own matters. Winning first place would naturally get the attention of many sects, and even if the City Lord Mansion didn't want him, he would still do quite well.
Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Sun Long couldn't help feeling a bit resentful, clearly because the other had mentioned Ding Lin. If it weren't for Ding Lin's presence, getting the Golden Silk Protective Clothing would have been very easy for him. But with Ding Lin, obtaining it had become extremely difficult.
