Ye Shiyuan let out a cold snort.
"If you have nothing else to say, you may leave now."
"You should focus on cultivating properly. This competition is the perfect chance for you to prove yourself. If you lose..."
Zhang Youxia grinned.
"The one who will be embarrassed is you. Being embarrassed in front of other people is one thing. But if you embarrass yourself in front of your Master, I am afraid you will never be able to hold your head high again."
"Who do you think among them can surpass me?"
Zhang Youxia shrugged.
"Among this generation of disciples, there probably really isn't anyone stronger than you. But I heard that this year's tournament has specially arranged sparring matches where the sect masters and elders will personally guide and compete with the disciples. If the other disciples lose, Fu Yaning probably won't care very much. But if you lose..."
