Yin Duwen overheard the disciples' chatter, and much of the anger in his heart dissipated.
"Lin Hao, you've just returned from a long journey. It wouldn't be fair to challenge you now. I suggest you come back in ten days. You'll have a better chance of winning then," Yin Duwen said, feigning concern.
Ling Xiao and Yang Peng both sneered.
'This old bastard is shameless.'
'Even if he rested for twenty days, it still wouldn't be a fair fight unless Lin Hao's cultivation reached the Second Layer of the Soul Gathering Realm.'
Meanwhile, Lin Hao shook his head and said, "Unlike Elder Yin, I've already had plenty of rest in the time I've been waiting."
Ling Xiao and Yang Peng grinned. Lin Hao could curse people out without using a single dirty word.
"Since you're so confident, then let's proceed to the Saint Institute battleground!" Yin Duwen's lip twitched, his hand clenching tightly within his sleeve.
