"No… No thanks." Chen Ge hesitated. He was suspicious of Lonemoon's sudden politeness. Yet, he smiled courteously and said, "Exalted Immortal Lonemoon must be joking. Little Ling may be of low cultivation, but she is already an immortal and does not fall sick that easily. This must be due to the nerves of participating in a competition with immortals from other continents."
He turned and looked at Hui Ling with a comforting gaze. Hui Ling did not react. Instead, she turned pale and looked panicked. She looked like she had a million and one things that she was holding back from saying.
This was the first time Chen Ge had ever seen her this bothered. He could not help but say, "Little Ling, just take this as another ordinary competition. Just fight as how you normally would and it will be okay. Your master has faith in you. Don't get too stressed out."
"… Yes, Master." She became even paler. She did not know how to ask if she could back out of the competition.
