C15 (1/2)

Ling Changfeng silently sat on his chair. After a moment, he glanced at Ling Hao. The struggle in his eyes gradually deepened, before his eyes immediately dimmed.

He grabbed the jar of wine on the table and held it up to his chest.

”Gurgle gurgle …” As the strong liquor entered his throat, Ling ZhangFeng coughed continuously. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and softly sighed, ”Hao'er, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that with our current strength, once we know about this, we will have a demonic feeling.”

Walking to Ling Changfeng's side and slowly sitting down, Ling Hao bitterly smiled. Since his father was so cautious, he must be worried that he would do something impulsive.

”Dad, I won't ask.”

”Don't drink so much.”

After chatting for a while, Ling Changfeng said, ”There are still a few more days before the competition. Hao`er, I won't beg for you to get first place. I just hope that you won't be eliminated.” Ling Changfeng glanced at Ling Hao with a complicated look in his eyes. Even if his child was able to pass down the techniques of a god and had even healed his right leg, he had heard that those students were all at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation.

Ling Hao thought about whether or not he should tell his father. After weighing the pros and cons, he should still give him a pleasant surprise. Not only would he be qualified to enter the academy, he would even be able to obtain first place in the Flame Clan competition in a few days!

This way, he could tell everyone that he, Ling Hao, was not a trash! His father Ling Changfeng had a good son.

These few days, Yang Linglong and her sister had been looking for him many times. The relationship between the three of them gradually deepened. When they talked about the Flame Clan competition that was going to take place in a few days' time, Yang Linglong expressed that she thought highly of Ling Hao.

Early in the morning, Dong Fang Chen Xi shone her light on the Spirit Flame clan's plaza, making every boy and woman look up to glow with mottled light. There were at least a thousand young men and women, and all of their faces were filled with anticipation.

The quadrennial Spiritual Flame Clan's competition had finally arrived. Their knowledge and cultivation was finally going to be tested. Every student knew in their hearts that if they succeeded this time, they would enter the academy.

It was wider, and it would help them move forward for a long time.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd was like the noise of a market in the early morning. The teachers used their eyes or actions to stop the rowdy youngsters. They quietly lined up in a long line. The ones in front of them were instructors for their martial arts.

”Everyone, in these four years, you have all grown up. Your parents are the foundation of our Spirit Flame Race, regardless of whether you manage to get through or not, don't be discouraged.”

In the center of the square on the arena, the grey robed middle-aged man's voice was like a thunderclap that spread to everyone's ears.