Faced with Zhou Yongyang's attack, Chu Qingyun's expression turned cold, and he prepared to retaliate.
However, just at that moment.
Zhou Jianxiong, who was nearby, flashed between the two of them. He grabbed Zhou Yongyang's arm and suppressed his Primordial Power.
"Junior Brother Chu, long time no see."
Zhou Jianxiong said with a smile as he looked at Chu Qingyun, but there was something unsettling about it.
"Zhou."
Chu Qingyun gave a perfunctory cupped-fist salute and said, "We have other matters to attend to, so we'll be leaving."
"Why the hurry? Won't you stay and chat for a bit, Junior Brother Chu?" Zhou Jianxiong said.
"There's no need. I have to prepare for the grand competition." Chu Qingyun, of course, couldn't be bothered to chat with them.
"Heh, the grand competition? Chu Qingyun, do you really think you have a chance of winning one of the twelve spots?"
Zhou Jianxiong chuckled, a look of mockery finally showing in his eyes.
