When Yuan Zhenchuan and others entered the arena, Chen Yuan, who remained outside, completely ignored the laughter of the crowd and, after taking out his bronze token, headed straight inside.
"Xuanbin House, which never accepts male disciples, seems to have run out of luck, sending a mere boy to participate in the contest."
Just as Chen Yuan took his first step, a voice nearby jeered out.
Chen Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze swept across.
He saw a group of four, two men and two women, strolling over.
The one leading, dressed in green with rusty bamboo patterns, had eyes that sparkled like thunder, suggesting lightning hidden within. His whole body exuded an arrogant air, his cold gaze fixed upon Chen Yuan.
