The next day, a heavy gloom hung over the Tang Sect's hotel room, the oppressive atmosphere making it hard to breathe.
Looking at the lot in Xu Sanshi's hand, Tang Wulin suddenly understood a little of how Huo Yutong had felt a few days ago.
The opponent Xu Sanshi had drawn for them was their old rival: Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy.
And that was not even the worst part. Worse still, Xu Sanshi's draw had placed Tang Sect and Shrek Academy in the same group.
In other words, before advancing, they were destined to face the Shrek Team once in the Round Robin.
The Tang Sect members did not know what to say.
After all, they had only been allowed to compete on behalf of the Tang Sect with the academy's permission. If they caused the academy to lose this match, it would be rather hard to justify.
Just then, Beibei suddenly clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.
"Alright, why are you all so downcast? Don't you think this is a good thing? Did Sanshi draw us a bad lot? Of course not. He drew us a good one."
Xu Sanshi pulled a long face and said with a bitter laugh,
"Beibei, if you want to scold me, just say it. There's no need to be so sarcastic."
Beibei smiled faintly.
"Look, even you don't believe me. That won't do. I mean every word from the bottom of my heart. You're all letting your concern cloud your judgment. Think about it carefully again—did Sanshi really draw a bad lot?"
Seeing how certain he was, everyone was stunned and began to think it over as he had suggested.
Tang Wulin was the first to realize it.
"So that's it!"
His eyes lit up as he looked excitedly at Xu