"First Prince..."
Qin Feiyang lowered his head in thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know the First Prince's cultivation level?"
"We don't know."
Fatty and Lu Hong shook their heads.
Qin Feiyang stood up and said, "I'm going to the Grand Cultivation Hall. When Chief Li arrives later, ask him about it. Also, find out the rules of the competition—the more details, the better."
Lu Hong frowned. "You just rushed back and look exhausted. Go rest first. I'll talk to Feng Ling'er."
Fatty nodded.
It was clear that despite Qin Feiyang appearing strong on the surface, he was actually very tired. They genuinely wanted to help share his burdens.
"It's fine. Just sorting out the Qiankun Bags will be a huge help," Qin Feiyang said with a smile. He turned, left the pavilion, and headed straight for the Grand Cultivation Hall.
Two Steward Elders were stationed there.
One of them asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
Qin Feiyang saluted. "Junior wishes to see Feng Ling'er."
