"Senior Qin!"
The disciples of Wind-Fire Academy looked at Qin Qing with equally fervent gazes.
"It seems the gap between me and Qin Qing is not a small one," Zhong Hongshu stood in astonishment, now holding nothing but admiration for Qin Qing, the kind of admiration that makes one prostrate themselves in awe.
"No matter what, being able to fight to this extent today, the name of Senior Qin will surely be remembered by the whole Tianyong Province!"
"Right! It's just a pity that our strength is too weak to help Senior Qin."
"If only I could be like Senior Qin, fighting those scoundrels from Tai'a Academy on the stage... how great that would be..."
"I just hope Senior Qin can survive. Even if he is ultimately defeated, I think as long as he survives, there is still hope..."
Soon, the drawing of lots was carried out again.
The host of the battle of Tianyong was someone from the Governor's mansion.
