"Lin Xue interrupted this crucial match to attend her father's funeral. Can she turn the tide now, Chen Feng?"
Ye Qingqing became anxious.
The atmosphere of the match was incredibly tense.
"Don't worry; Lin Xue can do it. Even if she loses, she'll have another chance next year," reassured Chen Feng.
"I hope she can win; otherwise, I'll feel guilty."
Ye Qingqing murmured.
"What are you saying? Lin Xue is your sister, and it's right for her to return for our father's funeral."
Chen Feng said seriously.
"Alright."
Ye Qingqing forced a smile.
Back at the tournament, the third round was beginning.
Players from both SH and G3 teams were making their way to their positions.
The audience cheered enthusiastically as the screen showed Lin Xue positioning herself.
Clearly, Lin Xue had already amassed a powerful fanbase in this field.
"Lin Xue is playing now. We're safe."
"SH to win."
"I hope Lin Xue can stabilise, securing the first win, to avoid an embarrassing situation."
