Hundred Sects Tournament · Golden Core · The Eve of the Finals (3)

As the discussion gradually died down, Lu Qingzhuo picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip. Then he sighed, turning his gaze toward Qu Lin across from him with obvious sympathy in his voice. "Sigh, Eighteenth Senior Sister, tomorrow's final... won't be easy for you."

Qu Lin was gnawing on a spirit fruit. At his words, she froze, her almond-shaped eyes widening. "? Why wouldn't it be easy? Your senior sister is plenty strong."

Lu Qingzhuo extended a finger and vaguely pointed at the row of conspicuous names on the stone table's list that began with "Eight Families." Helplessly, he said, "Today, you forcibly dragged Ye Family's Seventh Young Master around the stage for two whole quarter-hours before sending him down. Everyone saw it."

"The Eight Families are joined at the hip, and four of them made it into the finals this time. After you gave the Ye Family such 'special care' today, do you think they'll let you off tomorrow? They'll definitely all come after you."

Qu Lin's opponent in the fourth round today had been Ye Xingsheng, the Ye Family's Seventh Young Master of the Eight Families—a weapon cultivator who had smashed his way into the fourth round by relying on an endless stream of magical artifacts.

This Young Master Ye had quite a bit of backbone. Though he knew he was outmatched, he had never voluntarily conceded—which suited Qu Lin perfectly.

Had it been anyone else, Qu Lin might have given them a swift end and finished the fight quickly. But whenever she thought of Ye Xinghui, that little bear of a child from the Ye Family, a fire burned in her chest, and she found everyone from the Ye Family especially unpleasant to look at.

So today, she had deliberately refrained from ending the