The matches had not even begun and Jun Wu Xie had already become the focus of everyone's attention. All eyes were fixed on her but she was still walking slowly at her own pace to come into the arena. The dagger stares thrown at her from all directions did not seem to affect her in the least.
"Some people are just born lucky. Even when they do not do anything, and do not know anything, they will always have someone who will pave the way forward for them. Unlike all of us here where we have to fight tirelessly and putting our lives at risk but might still not achieve what some people can receive with just a few words." Their tones filled with endless jealousy, the youths whispered loudly as they stared at Jun Wu Xie. Their voices were at least loud enough for the people immediately surrounding their circle to hear clearly which many who heard mostly agreed with the bunch of youths, highly envious of Jun Xie's unbelievable "luck".
