Sun Ningxiang's brow was slightly furrowed as she walked over from the direction of Arena Three.
Her father had been talking about Lin Yue nonstop these past few days. His words were filled with praise, saying the boy had outstanding talent, a limitless future, and was the disciple most likely to bring honor to the Martial Arts Hall in this year's tournament—someone who could support the hall in the future...
But in her eyes, while Junior Brother Lin Yue was indeed talented, he was too young and hot-headed. He was arrogant toward his fellow disciples and held himself in too high regard, lacking a steady composure.
Sun Ningxiang shook her head to herself. Her pace quickened unconsciously, and before she knew it, she had arrived at Arena Seven.
Her gaze swept over the area inside the railings, and she suddenly stopped. There, below the arena, was a familiar figure. Who else could it be but Yang Jing?
Sun Ningxiang raised an eyebrow.
