Ye Qingchen was wholeheartedly cultivating the seed. Faced with Cheng Zhibin's mockery, he was completely unmoved and didn't even bother to glance in his direction.
Cheng Zhibin, who now held a huge advantage, naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to taunt Ye Qingchen. "Ye Qingchen, I'm just kindly reminding you. Two hours have passed and your seed still hasn't sprouted. I bet you picked a dead one, didn't you? HAHAHA! I advise you to give up now while you can still save some face. Otherwise, when the results are out, you'll have shamed everyone from the Qingyun Sect!"
However, no matter how Cheng Zhibin mocked him, Ye Qingchen acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, continuing to nurture his Ironwood Flower Seed. After taunting for a while, Cheng Zhibin found it boring. With a cold snort, he refocused all his effort on nurturing his own Ironwood Flower.
