Chapter 1997 Official Competition 6

"Zimo!" Wu Tian's face showed a hint of displeasure. He felt that Zimo was being disrespectful and not giving him the respect he deserved.

Wu Zimo maintained a stubborn expression, refusing to back down.

Wu Tian pondered for a moment and turned his attention to Ziming. Unlike Zimo, Ziming had always been more tender-hearted since he was young, so Wu Tian expected him to be more understanding.

"Ziming," Wu Tian called out.

Ziming simply shook his head, unwilling to say anything further.

The events of that day had already left them deeply disappointed.

They realized that their current value was solely based on their Master's cultivation, and it made them feel used. They weren't foolish and could discern the truth.

Without further delay, Wu Zimo and Wu Ziming decided to proceed with their plan to leave.

Wu Tian followed them, but his inquiries fell on deaf ears.

Wu Tian stood there in astonishment, uncertain about his next course of action.

The elder of the Wu family contemplated for a moment and advised the naive Wu Tian, "There's no need to rush. It's only natural for young people to be hot-blooded. Show kindness to Zimo in the coming days. Once the competition is over, Zidao can officially consider appointing him as the Tribe Chief."

Wu Tian considered the suggestion and nodded in agreement.

He resolved to follow the advice he had received.

The observer looked at Wu Tian and couldn't help but find some aspects truly unbelievable.

Considering how dim-witted Wu Tian was, it was no surprise that he had a seemingly useless son. The observer couldn't fathom where this stroke of luck had come from, turning the tide for Wu Tian's son. It was truly perplexing.

Eventually, the Wu family departed, leaving the scene behind.

Neither Wu Zimo nor Wu Ziming uttered a word about the Wu family. They firmly believed that since they had been expelled from the family, they would have no further ties to the Wu family in the future.

They were determined not to let the Wu family cause any trouble for their Master.

With the departure of the Wu family, they initially thought they could continue their journey without obstacles.

However, as they walked, they were unexpectedly intercepted by the Fu family.

Unlike the Wu family, the Fu family hadn't driven out Fu Huarong from their household. It was simply because Fu Huarong had always been deemed inconsequential within the Fu family. He didn't even have a designated place to sleep. When a spot was available, no one paid any attention to him.

Well…

There were occasions when he received some attention.

However, it was mostly in the form of scolding from the Fu family's manager, who referred to him as trash.

Fu Huarong had no intention of returning to the Fu family, and the Fu family couldn't care less about him.

But today, he encountered the Fu family once again.

Fu Huarong wasn't surprised by this turn of events.

Unlike the Wu family, which was a small-scale clan with only one martial artist—their younger brother—the Fu family revolved entirely around him.

At times when the family lacked sufficient servants, Fu Huarong would become his younger brother's servant.

And today…

Although Fu Huarong's presence didn't exude the same dazzling aura as Wu Zimo, the spiritual qi he emitted clearly indicated his cultivation as a martial artist.

In addition to his relationship with Wu Zimo, the Fu family held Fu Huarong in high regard.

Immediately after the competition concluded, Fu Huarong hurried over to them.

"Huarong, go back home today and have your mother prepare something nourishing for you. Your brother had an unfortunate loss to the Bai family's kid today. But for you, there's still a chance to continue. While the Fu family can't contend for the Tribe Chief position, if we emerge victorious in the end, our Fu family will be transformed," Fu Ruijin said, his face adorned with a smile.

This was the most favorable attitude Fu Ruijin had displayed towards Fu Huarong in the past two decades.

Fu Huarong let out a sigh.

It was as expected, everything fell into place.

Whether it was the Fu Clan or the Bai Clan, they were all cut from the same cloth.

Fu Huarong shook his head. "When I returned home that day, I mentioned that there was an extra person and no place for me to stay. I won't make things difficult for my family, so I won't go back. Besides, there's a competition tomorrow…"