"Young Master Wang, what's the plan?"
Wang Teng's words piqued the curiosity of the Duanjin Academy disciples as well.
Instead of speaking, Wang Teng simply jerked his chin in the direction where Ye Qingchen was fighting.
Feng Yuan seemed to have an idea, but he still voiced his concern. "Young Master Wang, the academy repeatedly emphasized that we are not allowed to attack other disciples during this assessment."
Wang Teng sneered. "We don't need to lift a finger. I have a plan. You know how to set up Formations, don't you? Here's what you'll do…"
After hearing Wang Teng's idea, Feng Yuan laughed heartily, praising the brilliance of the plan over and over.
Wang Teng waved his hand. "Go on, get it done. Their fight won't be over anytime soon, so we have plenty of time."
After Wang Teng finished speaking, Feng Yuan and the others accepted their orders, turned, and left. Wang Teng watched Ye Qingchen and Zi Xing with a cold smile, a scheme already brewing in his mind.
