The head of the Shenmu Sect was named Meng Hong, a kind-looking old man with white hair.

His favorite pastime was fishing. There was a lake in the midst of the Giant Tree Ridge with a third-order water vein, which was his usual haunt.

Today, Mu Yuan was planning to participate in the ninth round of the Sect's grand competition when Meng Hong suddenly summoned him.

"Greetings, Master."

"Hmm, your opponent today is quite formidable. If you feel you can't hold on, just admit defeat."

Upon hearing these words, Mu Yuan, who had been bowing his head, instantly looked up, his face full of disbelief.

【I've already defeated Yuan Chiyi. The only ones left who could pose a threat to me are Feng Hongxue and Mo Yingyang. What's this Chen Guixian? A nobody who couldn't even withstand a single move from me last year?】@@novelbin@@

This was what Mu Yuan was thinking, but of course, he wouldn't dare to be so bold in front of his sect master. He just frowned and said one sentence.

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