After Liu Wuxiang left, Qin Feng did not return to his room to cultivate; instead, he paced back and forth in the courtyard a few times before sitting beneath the osmanthus tree, lost in thought.
He had not expected the news of his acceptance as a disciple to spread so widely, creating such a stir. If it had simply been a matter of talk, it would have been fine, but it attracted the attention of talented disciples from the other peaks of the Outer Sect, even stirring up thoughts of challenge among them—that was troubling.
Someone must be plotting behind the scenes!
Qin Feng thought that perhaps someone wanted to strike at him for their own benefit, or perhaps his apprenticeship had coincidentally become a shield for some people to act in secret.
However, no matter the intent of those behind the scenes, they had undoubtedly caused him great distress.
Especially when the time came for the Outer Sect competition, he could already foresee the scenario where many would challenge him.