Jin Country sent out a servant to participate in the third round of competition, which truly shocked the conventional.
All eyes were on the field at Zhongba, eager to see who the prodigy was, only to find a thin teenager about thirteen or fourteen years old.
With an ordinary appearance, he did not seem to have the air of a youthful genius.
The envoys from Jin closed their eyes, sighing deeply and frequently.
The envoys from Qi were polite in words, claiming that heroes do not ask about one's background, yet their eyes could hardly conceal their amusement.
Who wouldn't want to see their opponent make a fool of themselves?
The gong sounded.
The contest was about to begin.
Xing Daman passed by Feng Yun, his fingers clenched nervously.
"Madam..."
