Xuanling Sect had lost too many times such that even Wind Moon Sect had surpassed them and steadily placed second. If Xuanling Sect still did not have any achievements this year, they would most probably end up as a laughing stock to the other two sects.
"Rest assured. This year will definitely not be like the past few years. I have confidence in Zhu Changge." Elder Lin smiled.
Although Zhu Changge's eyes never left the ring, he heard everything that the elders said and took a deep breath as confidence stretched on his face.
After rounds of battles, the elders of the sects had a clear understanding of the situation.
A Wind Moon Sect elder took the lead to nod at a disciple beside him, who went up to the ring subsequently.
"Feng Yiran of Wind Moon Sect?" Elder Mo's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the Wind Moon Sect disciple who walked up to the ring.
