The elders of the Extreme Fist Sect looked at each other, feeling extremely troubled.
Challenges like this were common, but the opponent sent a disciple who was too young, breaking through to a martial artist at just fifteen.
To respond appropriately, the age of the disciple who takes the field cannot be too different, or it would draw ridicule from outsiders.
So, here comes the problem.
The Extreme Fist Sect currently does not have a fifteen-year-old martial artist.
There are not many sixteen-year-olds either, most are in the seventeen or eighteen range.
Who should be sent?
While the elders were entangled in their thoughts, the young disciples were also considering the gains and losses in their minds.
Meanwhile, Lou Yi, at the first glance of Qi Bao, quietly retreated to an inconspicuous corner at the back of the group.
Rushing forward to steal the spotlight and defeating Qi Bao?
That doesn't fit his plan for stable growth; rather, it would expose him to everyone's view.
