The martial brothers awkwardly stuck out their tongues.
"That's right, junior brother, we believe in you. You can do it."
Yang Bin, surprisingly behaving out of character, gave Chu Yi a thumbs up.
Meanwhile, Chu Ling'er, standing off to the side, smacked Chu Yi lightly on the head and said, "You better take this seriously. Don't embarrass our Hengyue Sect."
Chu Ruolin also joined in, analyzing, "Your chances of advancing are very high. Our Hengyue Sect is lucky to have you face off against the ninth-ranking disciple of Zhengyang Sect. Think about it—you're ranked eighth in Hengyue Sect."
"Exactly, we all have confidence in you."
Chu Ling'er nodded repeatedly in agreement.
"Alright, I got it. I'll beat that guy, okay? Will that work?"
Chu Yi said with a mischievous grin.
After saying this, he suddenly added, "What about our previous agreement? If I win, does it still count?"
"If you can make it to the finals, of course, it counts."
Chu Ruolin responded without hesitation.
