On the North Snow Sect's Inner Sect square, the discussions about Ye Feng getting a bye showed no sign of dying down.
"An odd of one in fifteen! Ye Feng's luck is way too good, isn't it? He just won one round and now he doesn't even have to fight!"
"I'm so jealous! If I got a bye, I could save some energy for the next round too!"
"I'm the unlucky one here. I just won a fight, and now I have to face another tough opponent, while Ye Feng can sit back and advance..."
The watching disciples' discussions rose and fell like waves. Some marveled at his luck, some were green with envy, and others grumbled about their own misfortune.
Yet in the Baiyang Sect's group, Lin Shuhe's brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was ugly.
He had originally thought he would draw Ye Feng this round and take advantage of the opportunity to teach this disgrace to the Baiyang Sect a lesson—or even cripple him—but Ye Feng had gotten a bye instead.
"Hmph, so what if you got a bye?"
A trace of viciousness flashed through Lin Shuhe's eyes. He unconsciously licked his lips, revealing a cruel smile.
"The chances of meeting you next round will be even higher. When that time comes, I'll definitely make you understand the consequences of provoking the Baiyang Sect!"
His malice toward Ye Feng had not diminished. Instead, this missed opportunity had made it burn even fiercer.
On the other side, the True Disciples from the Feiyun Sect in the same group gathered around and congratulated Ye Feng one after another. "Junior Brother Ye, your luck is incredible! You can advance to the next round without lifting a finger!"
Ye Feng helplessly spread his hands and said self-mockingly, "In my old