Feng Zhan, upon seeing that all the attendees had departed, waved his hand and released a silver flying vessel, boarding it with Wei Zhong and speeding away.
With a whoosh, the vessel surged into the sky under a burst of silver brilliance, shooting towards Qingyu Island.
"During this martial arts competition, those two were able to easily overpower the others, especially Liu Ming, who is surprisingly a sword cultivator. It truly is somewhat unexpected. What does Young Master Wei think of this?" Inside the cabin of the flying vessel, Feng Zhan seemed engrossed in discussing the prior fights and casually sought Wei Zhong's opinion.
"Brother Feng, the reason these two won so effortlessly is not because they are strong, but because the others were simply too weak. If it were me, I would make them surrender meekly within ten moves," Wei Zhong responded, clearly unimpressed.