"Hmm!" Lin Wan'er nodded heavily.
After drawing lots, the disciples of the four great Sects each dispersed to prepare for the upcoming matches.
Luo Qingchen and Lin Wan'er also returned to the Tianyuan Sect's station.
"Qingchen, you must be careful in this competition," Yuan Tiangang advised,
"especially against the Xuanjian Sect and Green Cloud Sect disciples, they might target you."
"Rest assured, Master, this disciple has everything under control," Luo Qingchen said.
"Hmm," Yuan Tiangang nodded,
"I believe in you."
As night fell, outside the Xuanjian Sect, a shadow silently appeared.
He wore a black robe and a mask, his face obscured.
"The four great Sects, hehe..." the black-robed man let out a sinister laugh,
"This time, I'll make sure none of you return!"
His gaze coldly watched the stations of the four great Sects,
as if waiting for the right moment.
...
By morning, the martial arena of the Xuanjian Sect was already bustling with noise.
