"Hey, Little Tiger, what the hell are you playing at? Do you think Senior Chang Yin can't beat Jiang Yan?"
"No way, right? He's the bearer of the Crimson Yan Mark. Do you know that the previous owner of the Crimson Yan Mark already reached the pinnacle and left Tian Yuan Star?"
The others remained half-convinced by Han Wu's thoughts, believing that Jiang Yan could at most match Chang Yin evenly.
After all, they had only seen Jiang Yan's strength once.
But Chang Yin's terror had weighed over them for three years!
Comparing the two, they were more inclined to believe the latter.
"So... are we going back?"
Someone asked.
"Going back my ass. The outside is probably full of people mocking us right now. We might as well stay in Hundred Prisons. Anyway, I don't want to go back yet."
The others thought about it and realized that was true. They had already lost all their face anyway, so why go out and suffer people's disdain?
"Say, if Senior Chang Yin loses too, then no one will pay attention to whether we won or lost, right?"
"Uh... well, that does make some sense, but isn't it wrong to think that way? Senior Chang is on our side, after all."
"Hmph, our side? Didn't you see how much Chang Yin looked down on us just now? What's he acting so high and mighty for? I've disliked him for ages."
"I'm going back to take a look."
A thick gleam of curiosity flashed through Han Wu's eyes. Ignoring the others, he turned around and headed back.
"Ah... then what do we do now?"
"There's nothing to do if we go out anyway. We might as well see who wins."
Another person chose to turn back.
The rest looked at each other