She was no fool. Naturally, she understood what Zhuge Qiyue's words meant.
She had originally thought Chen Wen stood a very good chance. It seemed his four consecutive victories had given her a false impression.
Murong Qingxian patted Murong Qingcheng on the shoulder, then said, "There's no need to worry. What we've said is only our own speculation and analysis."
"As for what will really happen, we'll have to wait for the final result."
"Think about it. Before this, did any of us believe Chen Wen could stand against Xuanyuan Xinghe?"
"And what happened? Didn't Chen Wen win anyway, and win beautifully at that?"
"So, can you really say Chen Wen has no chance at all?"
Murong Qingcheng shook her head, and color gradually returned to her pale face.
After a moment's thought, Murong Qingxian continued, "Actually, Chen Wen earning four points is already enough."
"Even if we lose, at least we won't have our heads shaved clean with a complete shutout, right?"
"Whether it's our group or everyone watching, Chen Wen is already a winner in their eyes."
"If he can sweep through them all and take us into the next round, that would be ideal."
"But what if Gu Xuan stops him? He'll still be the hero of our first group."
"Yes, exactly! We shouldn't be worrying about whether he can do it. We should be cheering him on, win or lose."
Murong Qingcheng nodded firmly, the worry in her heart finally settling.
"As long as you understand that, that's enough."
Murong Qingxian nodded in satisfaction.
Zhuge Qiyue, meanwhile, gave Murong Qingxian a surprised glance.
She had long heard that the Murong Clan had an exceptionally outstanding rising talent.
Naturally, she also knew his name was Murong Qingxian.
But before this, her impression of him had been nothing