Stele Forest.
After informing Ning Xuan about the impending opening of the Pride Hunting Ground, the elder had a gloating look on his face. "A hundred years have passed, and you haven't even managed to sculpt the rough form of a cricket. It seems you won't be participating in the Pride Hunting Ground this time around."
Ning Xuan turned a deaf ear.
"But maybe that's for the best. The greatest prodigies are coming this time, and who knows how many masters are lurking in the shadows, wanting to kill you. Staying away might let you live a few more days."
Ning Xuan's hands never stopped moving as he retorted bluntly, "There are still five days left. The emperor is calm, so why are the eunuchs panicking?"
The elder was speechless.
"Junior Brother, you're so audacious!" Wawa's voice suddenly echoed in Ning Xuan's mind. "Should I start calling you 'Junior Brother Fierce'? It sounds quite imposing, doesn't it?"
Ning Xuan's chisel slipped and gouged his own leg.
