The two men standing on the dais were none other than Ying Suifeng and Lin Chen, the deputy heads of the Assassin Temple and the Magic Temple.
"I really can't make sense of it." Looking helpless, Ying Suifeng asked Lin Chen, "Why do you think our esteemed Sage's granddaughter took a fancy to that Long Haochen, of all people?"
"How would I know?"
Lin Chen said smugly, "Look at what good judgment my grandson has. His own strength may be a little lacking, but he made friends early on with the contestant most likely to win this year's championship.
"And this knight, Yue Shen, has actually reached level seven of the fifth tier at his age.
"I don't even need to guess to know that he's a priority trainee of the Knight Temple. As long as he doesn't die young, he's certain to become the next Divine Seal Knight."
"So what?" Ying Suifeng said dismissively. "Even if he becomes a Divine Seal Knight, it won't have anything to do with your Magic Temple. You have only yourselves to blame for the poor relations between your two temples.
"Besides, once the Knight Temple gains another Divine Seal Knight, your Magic Temple probably won't have a chance of surpassing them for the next hundred years."
"What does that have to do with me?" Lin Chen chuckled. "I'm not a born workhorse like you and Han Qian. I don't care which is stronger, the Knight Temple or the Magic Temple. I'm just glad my grandson managed to befriend such a genius."
At that, Ying Suifeng fell silent.
"Don't get smug too soon," Ying Suifeng warned. "It's only because he hasn't caught the other temples' attention yet. Once the round of sixteen begins, who knows how many temples will send their contestants to make