"The next battle, number fifteen."
One day later.
The fourth match had been drawn.
"Who is number fifteen?"
Yan Ting looked around.
"It's me."
A cool, clear voice came from afar.
Ye Lin turned toward the sound.
When he saw that person, Ye Lin raised a brow, a flicker of surprise flashing through his eyes.
That person was none other than Nangong Yue.
Ye Lin had not expected the fourth match to be Nangong Yue.
Nangong Yue gave Ye Lin a deep look without saying a word, then turned and walked toward the Arena.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, if I remember correctly, Nangong Yue is your Dao companion, isn't she?"
Watching Nangong Yue's retreating back, Yan Ting patted Ye Lin on the shoulder and asked in a low voice.
"No."
Hearing Yan Ting's words, Ye Lin simply spat out two words.
At that, Yan Ting stared at Ye Lin with a strange expression.
Then Yan Ting patted Ye Lin on the shoulder again.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, don't lose heart. Although Nangong Yue is outstanding and holds a high status, you're no slouch either."
"You are the Blade Saint's personal disciple. In terms of status alone, you are no inferior to Nangong Yue. And since you were able to come here, your strength naturally speaks for itself."
"You are worthy of Nangong Yue. Don't lose heart."
Yan Ting patted Ye Lin's shoulder as he spoke.
Listening to him, Ye Lin's expression gradually turned strange.
Had this guy gotten the wrong idea?
"Alright, enough, enough."
Seeing Ye Lin's expression gradually darken, Yan Ting immediately shook his head and stopped talking.
Ye Lin was rather speechless at Yan Ting's remarks.
This guy's imagination was truly... hard to judge.
While Yan Ting and Ye Lin chatted, the other cultivators appeared utterly subdued.
They