What? There's another way?
Su Yu's lost eyes suddenly lit up. "Senior Brother Wu, please quickly say it!"
The other twenty-nine people also showed surprise at the same time and they gathered around one after another.
Startled by Su Yu's look, Wu Qingzhou gently sighed after a while. "There is indeed a way, but Junior Brother Su, you'd better mentally prepare yourself, luck may not be with you."
Su Yu's eyes burned with unquenchable hope. "Senior Brother, there's no harm in telling me!"
"The Faction has two quotas for the Xianyun Contest; the first portion is assigned to the Faction's disciples, all three hundred places are filled—that is the quota which you are familiar with.
