The Race's Sacrifices

What kind of damn tractor was that? At least modify it to hide the motorcycle!

Song Shuhang felt a complaint lodged in his throat, one he had to spit out. But Su Lin looked so serious that Shuhang could only swallow it.

This just shows how much Senior Su Lin cares about winning this race, Song Shuhang told himself.

But calling that Quantum Motorcycle a Walk-behind Tractor was stretching the definition beyond reason.

Seeing True Monarch Yellow Mountain and the other seniors from the Nine Provinces Number One Group flying over, Song Shuhang protested, "Your driver's seat doesn't even have a handlebar. How can that count as a Walk-behind Tractor?"

"Senior Su Lin." True Monarch Yellow Mountain accelerated out of the sky with an escape technique and landed smoothly before Su Lin and Song Shuhang. He took out a phone and handed it to Su Lin.

"This is the communication device we agreed to prepare for you. There's an account on it that's already joined the Nine Provinces Number One Group."

"Is this the Walk-behind Tractor you prepared? It certainly has style."

Mad Saber Three Waves asked in confusion, "Isn't that a Heavenly Dao Wonder from the Simulated Universe? That's chea—cough, cough."

He suddenly doubled over like a shrimp. Ahead of him, Su Clan's Seven sheathed his saber and looked at him innocently. "Sorry, fellow Daoist Lang San. You're too big."

"N-no problem!" Mad Saber Three Waves nodded as though he had seen the light. "I was too absorbed in Senior's Walk-behind Tractor."

True Monarch Yellow Mountain nodded, a little more appreciation in his eyes. It seemed there was no need to leave Three Waves in the Confucian School's custody after all.

Only Song Shuhang suddenly smiled in resignation. *Where there are people, there is a jianghu; and the jianghu