"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing!"
Lin Feng nodded at Wang Hui and said.
"Hm!"
Wang Hui nodded lightly, advising, "Although you have great talent, remember not to overreach!"
"As long as you make it into the top thirty in this competition, your master will be very satisfied!"
"I understand!"
Lin Feng nodded again, without saying more.
Lin Feng knew that no matter what he said, Wang Hui wouldn't believe he could make it into the top ten.
Saying too much would only make the other party think he was arrogant and conceited.
After all, it's true.
Even if the Sixth Generation Disciples were outstanding, there had to be a limit; the Fifth Generation Disciples had come here to train for several more years, not to eat, drink, and be merry.
Wang Hui had a long talk with Lin Feng, and finally he got up and left.
Then, Lin Feng returned to his own room.
"In this competition, if I want to get into the top ten, a clash with the people from the Heavenly Alliance is inevitable!"
