"This is..."
Up on the dais, Han Qian, who had been responsible for stopping the flashing light spheres, wore an increasingly peculiar expression. Had the draw not been under his own control, he would probably have suspected someone of rigging it.
The two golden light spheres hovering above the trial grounds had stopped flashing, clearly displaying number one against number two, and number sixty-seven against number fifty-five.
"Good luck, everyone!" Yue Shen said to the other four, fighting back a laugh. "See you the day after tomorrow."
With that, Yue Shen walked straight out of the trial grounds.
"Grandpa Han, what are we supposed to..." Yang Wenzhao looked at Han Qian, almost ready to cry. Beside him, Duan Yi remained silent as well.
"What's the problem?" Han Qian shook his head. "Besides, I don't think either of you can beat him."
Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi: "..."
"Go back and prepare properly," Han Qian said, waving a hand. "You'd best conserve your strength. Don't get hurt as badly as that Long Haochen just did, or it'll affect your performance in the Finals."
"Yes!"
Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi answered solemnly. After saluting Han Qian, they both took their leave to prepare for tomorrow's match.
Having just stepped out of the Temple Alliance Grand Trial Grounds, Yue Shen saw that no one was around and decided to contact Sol through the Mount Contract, intending to have Sol teleport him straight back to his dormitory.
Sol's ability was incredibly practical. Yue Shen loved it.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Before Yue Shen could send out his thoughts, the sound of a Green Bamboo Staff tapping against the ground reached his ears.
"Huh?" Yue Shen paused, not expecting to run into her by chance.
"Is that you, Brother Yue?" Cai'er lifted her head and