"Let's go back to my quarter," Le Fang Ling said as she stood up from her seat. Her arms were securely wrapped around the unconscious little snake. "That will be better than any other place."
Feng Po Po had no idea as to what she was going to do but she nodded her head in agreement.
Just as they were about to leave, the whole stadium vibrated with the sound of clapping and cheers. The ongoing match had just ended.
Both Le fang Ling and Feng Po Po paused to take a look at the stage. There, a youngster in a white robe was waiting for the standing triumphantly while his opponent in a green dress was on the ground; kneeling.
"Ahh, senior brother Ming Jiu lost the match," le Fang Ling made a small remark while looking at the sorry figure of Ming Jiu. He was versed in alchemy and stuff, so getting paired with another cultivator who was well versed in the fighting was the cause of his downfall.
