Yu Xiao Xiao and the others looked bewildered. Was there really such a thing?
Bian Zhi let out a long breath. "Because they aren't qualified, because it's too far away."
"These people are the ones who regularly make it into the Finals Circle."
Niu Dali's legs trembled. "That's terrifying! C-can we withdraw? We weren't even supposed to go in the first place. We got a bye, and Heaven's Sect won't blame us, will they?"
Bian Zhi looked at him. "You could withdraw before the draw. Now, you can't."
Qi Meng's face was pale. "Can't we switch places with another team?"
Bian Zhi chuckled. "The teams capable of making the top thirty don't need to switch, and those that aren't capable wouldn't dare. Even if we wanted to switch with Luo Tian Team right now, they might not dare either."
When they heard that even Luo Tian Team wouldn't dare, everyone's hearts sank completely.
This was a massive trap—a trap of epic proportions.
Clap, clap, clap.
Lu Yin clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. "All right, that's enough demoralizing talk. Now, let's patiently prepare for the Finals Circle tournament."
He looked up. "Switch? Even if you agreed and the other teams agreed, I wouldn't."
"Have you all forgotten? From the start, my goal has been to win the championship."
He finished speaking, ignored their stunned faces, and left.
The others stared blankly at his back. How could he still be so calm? Didn't this Zhu Zi know to be afraid? He was the team leader, after all. If they became a laughingstock, he'd be doomed.
Bian Zhi's face was deathly pale, after all.
Bian Zhi watched Lu Yin, his gaze flickering. With the few people Si Nan Team had right now, there was no way they could make it into the