"A new disciple?"
Xiang Shaofeng's brow twitched. "Did he ambush you when you weren't looking, or did he have help?" he asked in a deep voice.
The shame on Xiang Bao's face deepened. He mumbled, "No ambush, no help. He defeated me all by himself."
Xiang Shaofeng was taken aback, his expression turning serious. "I never thought the Wuxiang Institute had someone like that. I wonder which family he's from."
Xiang Bao was speechless for a moment. After some thought, he got straight to the point. "Brother, you have to help me teach him a lesson and get my things back."
Xiang Shaofeng's eyebrows shot up. "You useless thing!" he snapped. "You can't beat someone on your own, so you come running to me to fight your battles? Do you think you're still a child?"
"If I were you, I'd take this loss, go back, and train my ass off. I'd get my revenge next year. What's the point of resorting to these crooked schemes?"
