"This time's competition results indeed surprised all of us." Nearby, a man dressed in a neatly tailored suit, with a rounded figure and a beer belly threatening to pop the buttons on his white shirt, swirled his teacup, his voice very somber.
He was none other than the Patriarch of the Feng Family — Feng Wuhen.
"It's all because of that bastard Ye Huan! He played the wolf in sheep's clothing! Clearly, his Ancient Martial Medical Technique is excellent, but he claimed he hadn't spent much effort practicing it, which led us to be careless and ambushed, ultimately causing our defeat!"
Xiao Mingxuan, who had already come to, was incredibly despondent, with tears of unwillingness in his eyes, gripping the sofa's armrest even tighter, he spoke with hatred.
