"You shouldn't have entered the competition."
After the draw, the younger generation was arranged in the southeast corner of the square, where a cold youth in black walked up to Shi Xiaole.
His name was Leng Feng, one of the few young elites in Su Yanru lineage.
"Why shouldn't I?"
Shi Xiaole asked.
"If you hadn't returned, at least you would have had a reason not to. Now as the tower master is in danger, your performance in the competition will surely become a joke, used to attack her."
Leng Feng looked at Shi Xiaole, his eyes filled with anger and disappointment.
"I will take responsibility for my actions, and I will not let anyone mock my aunt."
Shi Xiaole said indifferently.
Leng Feng snorted and walked away, obviously not believing his words.
As the draw concluded, the once in a decade grand competition at the Golden Phoenix Tower officially began.
"Number one, Zhang Defang, against number forty-six, Wu Yan."
