"Do you think I'm not aware of that? As long as I'm one of the top ten in this championship, I can challenge anyone from the last championship. Who says I have to fight Baili Xuanyun first?" Jiang Yisheng grumbled.
"Oh, but first you must have the ability to crawl into the top ten," Jiang Yiran said coldly.
Jiang Yiran's words pierced Jiang Yisheng's heart. But he could not help but shrink back when he looked at Baili Xuanyun.
Baili Xuanyun had come in tenth in the last championship. His moves were unusually brutal and he was an opponent who did not fail to send a chill up one's spine.
Noting the terrified expression on Jiang Yisheng's face, Jiang Yiran chuckled darkly. Then his gaze fell on the lot in Ye Qingtang's hand.
"Oh, what a pity." Jiang Yiran compared the motifs on their lots. When he discovered they were different, he shook his head with some regret.
"…" What are you so petty?! Ye Qingtang was speechless.
