Soon, Qingyi and Bai Hu Lie resumed their journey toward the sect leader's palace.
"How many representatives from the central region have come to participate in the tournament this time?" Qingyi asked, voicing a question that had been weighing on his mind.
"Two, both from the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance. One of them is a white dragon—you're going to love beating him up!"
Bai Hu Lie grinned, baring his sharp fangs.
"The other is… well… a little bitch with a face just begging to be punched! It's his smile I want to crush!"
Qingyi merely nodded in silence.
For those youths to be sent here despite coming from the central region, they could only be mediocre talents, dispatched to the northern region as a token of the central region's goodwill.
Of course, mediocre talent from the central region was still considered an incomparable genius in the north.
In the end, however, both Qingyi and Bai Hu Lie had long surpassed even the incomparable geniuses of that region.
