Zhaang Ye was slightly taken aback. Ten days ago, Zhaang Wu had said that easily obtaining a spot in the competition would likely draw the ire of some Inner Sect Disciples, leading to someone showing up to challenge him. He just hadn't expected a challenge to arrive the moment he emerged from the Wind Cave.
Zhaang Ye sized up the young men who had approached. There were five of them, all around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Their Cultivation levels weren't far apart, either; they were all at the Martial Arts Fourth Layer Middle Stage.
When the five men walked into the small courtyard and saw Zhaang Ye's appearance, they froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. One of them pointed at Zhaang Ye and laughed, "All of us Inner Sect Disciples are young men in our twenties and thirties. Since when did the Steward Hall let an old man like this in? HAHA..."
The other young men who had come with him all laughed as well.
