"Mr. Zhao didn't carry any weapons."
Chai Keqiao nodded slightly, whispering, "Maybe he's not planning to take the stage."
Xiao Ran couldn't hide her disappointment, yet she wasn't surprised: "A petty character."
She stepped into the ring, casually drawing her soft sword, her ebony and ivory eyes cold and aloof:
"Who will face me?"
The group of Tributors looked at each other, not knowing the detailed list of today's combatants.
"Miss Xiao, your words are strange. Didn't we agree on a sparring match the other day? Whom are you looking for?" Suddenly, Zhao Douan walked out of the crowd leisurely with hands clasped.
He wore a smile, his hair fluttered by the spring breeze, starkly contrasting with the tension of the surrounding Tributors.
"Junior Guardian Zhao? Are you going to face the enemy?"
"If I remember correctly, this Xiao Ran is top-grade in the Divine Chapter... Has Junior Guardian Zhao already reached top-grade?"
"There's going to be a good show."
