After drawing the final vertical stroke, Zhaang Ye stood beneath it for a long moment, savoring its profoundness before finally looking away. Only then did he realize he had become the focus of everyone's attention. The gazes from Luo Yongsheng, Lee Lie, Zhou Yuhe, and the others burned with intense fighting spirit. If not for the rules forbidding private duels, they probably would have rushed forward to challenge him on the spot.
'I've drawn too much attention. This isn't a good thing,' Zhaang Ye sighed to himself. He had already made up his mind: when he got back, he was going to extort some benefits out of Zhaang Tianlong as compensation.
'Best case scenario, I can squeeze a Gathering Flower Fruit out of him. That way, I won't have to risk my life in that contest for the fruit, the one with the terrifyingly high death rate.'
As he schemed, Zhaang Ye walked back toward his own group.
