"Eternal Devil Sect's Qing Luo, victorious!"
Luo Wuling opened the defensive array and announced Lin Bai's victory.
The old man outside the array hurried in, first taking out an extremely valuable pill and feeding it to Wu Liu. Then he picked Wu Liu up and turned to leave.
"Sorry for the trouble."
Lin Bai clasped his fists in salute and turned to leave.
At the same time, Luo Wuling announced the start of the next match.
The old man carried Wu Liu back to the Evil Moon Sect's seats. Seeing Wu Liu's complexion gradually return to its rosy color, he finally let out a sigh of relief. He then took out a Voice Transmission Token and said, "Luo Wuling, what do you mean by this?"
Before long, Luo Wuling's voice came from the other end of the Voice Transmission Token. "Senior Brother Wu, what do you mean?"
The old man surnamed Wu said coldly, "Why did you arrange for my grandson to fight Qing Luo?"
Luo Wuling's voice came through the Voice Transmission Token. "Senior Brother Wu... You have to understand my difficulties. Of all the martial artists who made it to the third round, almost none are weak. Qing Luo is the only one who is merely at the seventh-grade Dao God realm."
"I've already gone easy on your grandson."
The old man surnamed Wu gave a cold snort. "Hmph. So I'm supposed to thank you?"
Luo Wuling said, "Senior Brother Wu, Wu Liu has already reached his limit by making it to the third round. I hope you'll know when to stop. If this matter gets blown up and reaches the Sect Leader's ears... both of us will be punished."
The old man surnamed Wu came to his senses. After all, he was an old monster who had