The preliminary rounds for Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran had ended after ten matches.
They both headed to a restaurant at the foot of the mountain.
The results of the preliminaries would not be known until the next day.
"Eh? Is that the person who just competed against me?"
In the restaurant lobby, Zhang Haoran suddenly looked at a figure and expressed surprise.
Lin Yun also looked and found it quite a coincidence.
Because the man was precisely the disciple from Seven Injuries Sect who had battled against Zhang Haoran.
At that moment, the man was surrounded by a group of people, talking with some of them. Judging from their identical attire representing their sect, they must all belong to the same sect.
Could it be that all these people were from the Seven Injuries Sect?
Lin Yun thought to himself.
