At the position of the White Feather Sect, a middle-aged man suddenly asked a disciple behind him, "Zhang'er, what do you think of this Chen Ming's strength?"
Zhang'er was the disciple with the highest cultivation among those who came, reaching the Fifth Grade. He pondered for a moment and said, "This person must have hidden his strength yesterday. In that battle just now, he showed his true strength. His Swordsmanship is seasoned, and he's extremely skilled at seizing opportunities. Zhu Qi's defeat was not in vain."
The middle-aged man stroked his beard with a smile, speaking with satisfaction, "Zhang'er, during this training, your insight has improved."
Zhang'er modestly said, "Uncle, you overpraise me. I still have much to learn."
Standing at the back, Li Jinchuan heard the praise for Elder Brother Chen from his uncle and senior brother, feeling a surge of excitement boiling in his chest, along with an indescribable sense of pride.
