Fang Zhenlu stepped down from the peak, the waves beneath his feet surging and rolling without pause, bringing him to the center of the field in an instant.
Ren Mingyao froze for a moment. He had originally thought that competing with a few of Fang Zhenlu's disciples would be enough to catch True Master Meng's attention and demonstrate his cultivation progress.
But he never expected that Fang Zhenlu himself would come down to the arena, leaving him momentarily stunned.
However, Ren Mingyao quickly reconsidered; being able to spar with one of the Top Ten Disciples would give him a chance to gain some visibility in front of the various True Masters. If he could last a few rounds, it would be far better than dueling with Fang Zhenlu's subordinates. With this thought, he became energized, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully, "Senior Brother Fang, greetings. I humbly ask for your guidance."
