Yan Zheng's words made the scene fall into silence. After a moment, Feng Jipeng laughed out loud, "There's no way a young man can be a level 6 spirit pill master, and even if he is, you want him to represent our Immortal Treasure Tower to go to the tournament? Elder Yan, you're really ingenious! Perhaps you're right - before the end of the tournament, our Immortal Treasure Tower could very well become famous."
Yan Jun's face sunk, and he didn't talk. He knew what Feng Jipeng meant. If there was a mere level 6 spirit pill master in Immortal Treasure Tower's team, people would know that the Immortal Treasure Tower had no power. They would not only laugh at them, but it could even adversely affect their business.
Yan Zheng wasn't dumb, but the Immortal Treasure Tower had never taken the tournament this seriously before. Yet this time, even the big manager and the other elders had come.
