Yu Shan said nothing. He left with Yu Xiao Xiao. By now, he had long since seen clearly that Lu Yin and they were not the same kind of people. This man's background was staggering, and his horizons and understanding were worlds apart from theirs.
Being able to travel with him this far was already enough. In truth, he did not want any deeper entanglement.
The more extraordinary someone like this was, the less they could afford the trouble he brought.
Not long afterward, the draw ended.
Si Nan Team's opponent was—Time Gate.
Looking at the rankings on the light screen, the members of Si Nan Team showed neither sorrow nor joy. At this stage, it made no difference who their opponent was.
Yi Shang, however, was excited.
Time Gate. Time Gate. It was really Time Gate.
He looked at Lu Yin excitedly.
Lu Yin smiled. "Eight Thousand Swords is yours."
Yi Shang said gratefully, "Thank you, sir." Just after thanking him, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. How could Lu Yin be sure Eight Thousand Swords was his? Were they supposed to discuss it with the other side?
Only the teams themselves knew their contestants' order. This was to prevent someone from using a weak fighter to eliminate the opponent's strongest fighter. The Yin God Festival tournament was a grand occasion, not a place for underhanded schemes.
So even if he wanted to fight Eight Thousand Swords, he had to know which round the other side would assign Eight Thousand Swords to.
Lu Yin looked at Yi Shang. "You want to fight Eight Thousand Swords, but does that Eight Thousand Swords also want to fight you?"
Yi Shang said firmly, "Definitely. That sword strike of mine was provoking him. He's the guardian of the Sword Stele. If I