"So this is the world-class racer." Ye Shikai remarked nonchalantly, "Looks like he's quite impressive."
"Hmph, isn't it just a big name? Yaoyao could easily crush him." Su Ziqing cheered for Han Ruoyao from behind. Statuses are just labels; let's see them demonstrate real skill.
"Welcome everyone to the Tianshan Club. Tonight's race features not only our famous Yanjing race queen but also a new friend, European racing champion Mr. Jack," announced the host on the central stage to the crowd below.
"So this guy's name is Jack," Ye Shikai murmured to himself. He had heard of this racer before, though he was skilled at street racing. To be honest, Ye found racing pointless and silly. These spoiled rich kids hadn't experienced real bloodshed and thus didn't understand that a cultivator's life-and-death struggle was far more thrilling than any racetrack. If they'd been through those sword-clashing challenges, they'd realize that racing isn't exciting at all.
