Liu Yumeng's appearance drew everyone's attention.
Compared with the earlier exchange matches, Liu Yumeng was the one who truly set the crowd ablaze.
For a woman, beauty paired with any other strength was an unbeatable combination.
Someone like Liu Yumeng, who was beautiful, highly cultivated, and the eldest senior sister, naturally became the center of attention.
We stayed where we were in the crowd, watching quietly.
The exchange tournament had only just begun. We had no intention of stepping in and spoiling anyone else's fun.
But who would have thought that no one around the square would be willing to take the stage and challenge Liu Yumeng?
Even the disciples from other sects watched in silence.
Seeing that no one was challenging her, the middle-aged Daoist serving as referee immediately spoke up:
"Would any promising young talents please take the stage to challenge her? This is a friendly sparring match."
At that moment, some disciples from one of the Daoist temples whispered among themselves:
"Friendly sparring, my ass! Liu Yumeng's notorious for being cold as ice and fighting ruthlessly. She hasn't fought a single match yet. Why go up there just to get thrashed?"
"Exactly. Even if you beat Liu Yumeng, how the hell are you supposed to fight the experts from the other sects afterward?"
"Just wait her out!"
"..."
There were plenty of comments like these.
None of them wanted to step up and challenge Bixia Temple's eldest senior sister head-on.
Seeing that no one would challenge her, the middle-aged Daoist glanced at Senior Ningxiazi, the temple master seated on the raised platform outside the main hall.
Seeing this, Ningxiazi said quietly:
"Yumeng, since no one is challenging you, choose a promising young talent yourself!"
Hearing this, Liu Yumeng immediately cupped her hands in response:
"Yes, Master!"
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