Upon hearing that Yang Zhen had never said he would participate in the Grand Flying Machine Competition, the Saint was utterly dumbfounded.
"This... how is this possible?" The Saint asked with a desperate look on his face, "I heard that Yang Zhen is very independent and likes to stand out. How can he not participate in such a high-profile event?"
Liang Lie snorted coldly and said, "Yang Zhen has made countless enemies. The grander the scale, the less daring he is to stand out. If he joins the Grand Flying Machine Competition, I am afraid he would die multiple times before you have a chance to lay a hand on him."
"That won't do!" The Saint slammed the table and said, "We must compel Yang Zhen to participate in this Grand Flying Machine Competition!"
"How can we make him participate?" Liang Lie shook his head and said, "Yang Zhen is wild in thought. No one can predict what he is thinking!"
