Moreover, they have not yet won the competition.
Tao Yang's mind raced, his expression changed several times before finally ordering someone to summon Tao Xinglie.
"Greetings, Patriarch."
"Xinglie, for this competition, just do your best, regardless of win or lose."
As these words fell, Tao Xinglie stood frozen in place.
"Why?"
"I have already decided on this matter, go back and rest."
Leaving the small courtyard, Tao Xinglie's fists clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking, the ancestor had bestowed that item to him, tomorrow was the day to seize victory, yet he was told to not worry about winning or losing?
Could it be that they think Tao Xinglie even with the use of that item may not win?!
Deep humiliation and anger exploded in Tao Xinglie's heart.
"Wang Chan, it's definitely because of that damned Wang Chan!"
"Why is it, my elder brother may be better but… why am I considered inferior to merely Wang Chan?!"
