The Poet's Grip

Ye Xinglan did not care in the slightest, her tone dripping with disdain.

"It was simply the truth. They claimed they had specially invited us here for an exchange exhibition match.

"In the end, the Skysea Alliance people were overestimating themselves and wanted to use this opportunity to ride on our fame.

"This so-called alliance sparring event is nothing but a waste of our time.

"Among the younger generation of the entire Skysea Alliance, there isn't a single one worth fighting. There's absolutely no value in facing them."

The instant her words fell, the setting sun outside stretched Chen An's shadow and cast it into the coffee shop.

Ye Xinglan sharply glanced to the side and looked through the glass at Chen An outside.

The Roulette suddenly spun and rearranged at high speed.

Encounter—Obtain corresponding growth path—Sword Intent.

Encounter—Obtain corresponding growth path—Big Stomach Bag.

Chen An could not help complaining inwardly, What kind of ridiculous thing is the second one?!

How do such weird paths even get generated?

Ye Xinglan narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sweeping over Chen An's neat Eastsea Academy uniform.

She instantly guessed his identity. He was nothing more than a contestant who had come to participate in the Skysea Grand Tournament.

He just looked rather young.

When she noticed the eye mask covering his eyes, she silently added, That eye mask is way too ugly, too.

Her brows lifted slightly as she spoke through the glass, her tone carrying a hint of scrutiny.

"Hey, have you stared long enough?"

Chen An shrugged indifferently. He had merely been passing by.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

After looking both ways to confirm the traffic conditions, he lifted his foot, preparing to step onto the sidewalk and depart.

But just as he was about to