"This Trapped Dragon Chess Game is nothing special after all."
That sentence seemed to be imbued with magic, silencing the originally noisy atmosphere in an instant.
The crowd parted into two groups, making way conscientiously, all looking around excitedly where the voice had come from, only to be greatly disappointed.
It was because the newcomer was too young, appearing to be at most seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a set of seemingly ordinary casual wear, with a mask covering half of her face and a duckbill cap pulled low over her brow, intentionally.
The next second, someone recognized her, a male student shouting excitedly: "My God, isn't that Devil King Jin? How did she get here?"
"Ah? So she is Devil King Jin? Is it really her?"
The male student continued: "I was in the same examination hall with her. She had the same look last time, even the clothes are exactly the same. I remember it clearly."
