Xu Yuan smiled at her, then sheathed his sword and walked back into the Human Race's Grand Array.
Under everyone's gaze, he sighed.
"I need to rest. I'm counting on you for what comes next."
With that, he sat down on a Meditation Cushion and began regulating his breathing.
The next moment.
A voice rang out from outside again.
"I challenge Yang Xiaobing!"
Xu Yuan opened his eyes and rose to meet the challenge.
Yang Xiaobing suddenly stopped him.
"Stay here. He called for me. I'll fight."
"Come on, you haven't rested enough." Xu Yuan smiled.
The voice outside grew louder.
"Get out here, Yang Xiaobing! Let me see what you're made of."
A more savage emotion stirred in Xu Yuan's eyes.
Yang Xiaobing.
A Cultivator with a Water Spiritual Root who devoted equal attention to spirit plants and Talismans.
She was an exceptional support specialist.
Her abilities lay in strengthening others, scouting enemies, and assisting with attacks and defense.
Any team that had her would be like a tiger given wings.
But to send a Cultivator like her into a one-on-one duel against a member of the Demon Race who had come prepared—
That was profoundly unfair to her.
Besides.
She had carried Jiang Xueyao up to the snowy summit. Her Spiritual Power could recover, but her physical strength could not return so quickly.
Who was shameless enough to demand a fight with her?
Who?
"Xiao Bing, I'm getting bored waiting. I suddenly feel like playing for higher stakes. Let me handle this, all right?"
He smiled gently and patted Yang Xiaobing's head.
Mist welled in Yang Xiaobing's eyes. She lowered her head, caught between joy and bitter frustration.
She was glad he always looked out for her and knew what state she was in.
She hated that she