"Hahaha—"
The silence in the hall was broken by a burst of hearty laughter.
This time, Ye Chenfeng completely brought honor to Yuan Kun. His face flushed with excitement, and even his eyes carried an expression of incredulity. He exclaimed loudly, "Good, good, good! I never thought, Chenfeng, you could accurately name two hundred types of spirit grass? In this regard, I'm afraid we four Pavilion Masters must concede defeat."
Similarly, Gao Deming of the Patternless Sect immediately said, "Indeed, truly impressive! It's like a river's waves pushing forward. If it weren't for old Yuan having his eye on you, I would definitely take you under my wing."
