Zihao, Charge Ahead! Don't Be Afraid!

"That sneaky-looking fatty is Wang Baole, the one who did a great contribution?" On the spectator stand of the stairwell in the skies, the middle-aged man dressed in the red robe noticed Wang Baole secretly looking at them as his lips curled into a smile.

An elder sat beside the red-robed middle-aged man. Wang Baole did not take a close look at him, but that person was the Dharmic Armament Pavilion elder who had given him Dharmic Artifacts when he was on the Lower Academy Island because he had been impressed by him.

Now, a smile hung on his face as a look of admiration was obvious in his eyes. He replied to the middle-aged man beside him cheerfully after hearing his question, "Deputy Sect Lord, that's him."

The moment that the elder from the Dharmic Armament Pavilion finished his sentence, another elder beside him asked curiously, "I've heard that this fatty is extremely narcissistic and carries a mirror with him all the time, is that true?"