Lian Port City's three young Feng Shui masters—Zuo Feng, Wu Xue, and Niu Gang—had suffered defeat one after another.
The entire Feng Shui community of Lian Port City was instantly shrouded in gloom.
There were seven matches in total. If they lost four, it would be over.
This time, they were the host city of the exchange meet. If they kept losing, it would not only bring shame upon Lian Port City's Feng Shui community.
Four consecutive losses would also cause all of China to be looked down upon by these South Korean exorcists.
"Even Xiaofeng lost. What do we do now?"
"Damn it, I never expected South Korea's younger generation of exorcists to be this strong."
"This time, we're done for again."
"Ah! How infuriating!"
"..."
Because none of the local Feng Shui practitioners knew us.
After losing three matches in a row, they no longer believed they could win.
Lian Port City's three defeated geniuses were also deeply dejected.
They all lowered their heads, and Wu Xue was even crying...
Because they did not represent themselves, but the entire Feng Shui community of Lian Port City.
Losing to their own people would have been one thing, but their opponents were South Korean exorcists. That made it all the more unbearable.
By then, some Feng Shui practitioners had already spoken to Bai Tianshan.
"Director Bai, we've already lost three straight matches. I'm afraid it'll be difficult to win the next ones!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else looked at Bai Tianshan.
Bai Tianshan was a little nervous too, but his face remained calm.
After all, he came from the Secret Bureau.
He addressed the people from Lian Port City's Feng Shui community.
"No rush, no rush. It's perfectly normal for young people to fail.
Just let these