He set down the Jade Pendant, his fingertips tapping lightly on the tabletop. "You're fellow disciples, so you must be familiar with him. Think carefully. Does he have any particularly outstanding qualities? In terms of aptitude, for instance..."
Qi Yun's hand, holding her teacup, tightened. The cup clinked softly against the tabletop.
"He's just a country bumpkin. What outstanding qualities could he possibly have?"
Her tone grew impatient. "I've interacted with him a few times. That man is as stubborn as a rock. Our Martial Arts Hall, the Weiyuan Martial Arts Hall, and the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall formed a joint sparring team to get more combat experience before the tournament and prepare better. But we invited him twice, and he refused to join us. All he knows is how to practice his punches alone with his head down."
Qi Yun paused, a flicker of humiliation and anger in her eyes.
