Luo Qingchen took a light step forward, her figure lightly floating from the crowd, and gently descended onto the stage.
"Is that the disciple from Lonely Sword Peak? She looks pretty good!"
Someone's eyes gleamed, and they couldn't help but praise.
"No matter how good she looks, she'll still be beaten down, right?" Someone snorted disdainfully.
"I heard that two disciples from Lonely Sword Peak made it to the third round, even if they lose, it's still a victory of sorts. After all, how many disciples do they have?"
"Idiot! Can't you tell her age? I guess she must be nearing her thirties! If I were to cultivate for this long, I could be a champion!"
Someone continued with contempt.
"Oh! So that's how it is!"
Amidst the crowd's speculation, Bai Yingwu with her flowing white hair, one step at a time, ascended to the stage out of thin air.
"Go Sister Bai!"
"Victory to Sister Bai!"
