"I didn't expect that guy to be from the Knight Temple too." Crouching beside the passage, Chen Ying'er snorted. "I refuse to believe I won't catch you this time."
Before long, she faintly heard a referee announcing the end of a match inside the Knight Trial Grounds, though she was too far away to make out the words clearly.
Here they come. Hearing footsteps from inside, Chen Ying'er immediately perked up and looked toward the corridor behind the staff.
Soon, several young knights wearing armor or fitted combat clothes emerged from the far end of the corridor and came into Chen Ying'er's view.
Not this one. Chen Ying'er's gaze swept past the exceptionally burly young man at the front, then moved to the others behind him.
This one's too short. It shouldn't be him either.
This one isn't very good-looking. Probably not him either...
Chen Ying'er rested her chin in her little hand and watched them pass.
The next moment, that familiar aura appeared in the Knight Trial Grounds once again, catching her attention.
"Huh?" Chen Ying'er stood and jogged over to Duan Yi, the last person to come out.
"Miss, is there something you need?" Duan Yi had been about to take his equipment for repairs when a pretty young girl blocked his path, leaving him looking rather puzzled.
"Hello. May I ask you a question?" Chen Ying'er asked politely.
"Of course." Duan Yi nodded, then set his badly worn tower shield upright on the ground. "Go ahead."
"Are there any other contestants still inside?" Chen Ying'er asked directly. "Could you tell me who he is?"
"Hmm..."
Duan Yi froze for a moment at her question. He had thought she had come looking for him.
"Other than the staff at the trial grounds," Duan Yi replied casually as he