The three men Qi Hong invited over didn't believe his exaggerated claims, nor did they think Zhong Ming was qualified to be compared to Xiao Yichen, the True Disciple of their generation.
But they all agreed that to be acknowledged by Qi Hong and receive an A-level Rating, Zhong Ming must have some talent.
And because of this, they arrived with a sliver of anticipation.
They hoped Zhong Ming's talent could reach thirty percent of Senior Brother Xiao's—no, even twenty percent would be enough.
Amidst this anticipation, Yang Chen, Shi Yun, and Lin Shuyu saw the utterly unremarkable Zhong Ming.
Zhong Ming also saw the three men.
What made him raise an eyebrow was that all three men were physically maimed in some way.
One limped, another was blind in one eye, and the third had half his face withered away, like a skull.
Noticing Zhong Ming's surprise, Qi Hong shrugged and brought it up himself.
"Wondering why we're all crippled, are you?"
"Er..."
