The white-haired Daoist spoke in a loud voice, ensuring everyone could hear him. Huang Fuzhou was startled, then quickly reconsidered, realizing he couldn't back down now. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Senior Brother, I am willing to go and face Su Yihong in battle."
Qi Yuntian spoke calmly, "Junior Brother Huang, do you require assistance? Feel free to ask."
The white-haired Daoist shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, Junior Brother Huang aspires to claim a position among the Top Ten Disciples and has a strong sense of ambition. If others assist him, wouldn't that belittle him?"
Qi Yuntian burst into laughter and said, "Ah, that's my mistake."
Huang Fuzhou felt a sudden chill in his heart. He had intended to enlist the help of a few close sect brothers, but how could he make such a request now?
