Yang Jing stood among the participating disciples from Lingxi Peak, gently rubbing his palm with his fingertips. 'The rankings are set,' he mused. 'Next up, the main event of the Cyan Qilin Battle will begin.'
The rules for the Cyan Qilin Battle's matches were top against bottom. The first place would fight the last place, second place against second to last, and so on.
According to this rule, since he was ranked seventeenth, his opponent would be the twentieth.
He mentally reviewed the rankings he had just heard. The twentieth place seemed to be a disciple from Fen Yang Peak named Zhang Han. He had never heard the name before, let alone knew anything about him.
However, Yang Jing didn't dwell on it. It didn't matter if he didn't know him; most of his opponents in the Cyan Qilin Battle would be strangers anyway.
