If there was contact, then there was contact.
To think he did not even tell him, that was truly going too far.
"Your senior brother is over there, huh."
"Master, don't be angry. At that time, whenever I mentioned Senior Brother, you always looked unhappy, so I didn't dare to say anything."
Excuses.
To Bai He, all of this sounded like nothing but excuses.
After several rounds of matches, there were wins and losses, but the atmosphere remained fairly harmonious.
Even when injuries occurred, they were only minor ones.
The Sect Master of Qinghai Sect, Fang Lansheng, watched as his sect's disciples achieved victories and showed a satisfied expression.
Until suddenly, Bai He heard his own name being called.
He stood up.
But before he could even react, the person opposite him, Ye Shiyuan, also stood up.
His heart shook in shock.
Oh heavens, what kind of situation was this?
Was his luck really this bad?
Why did he have to run into Ye Shiyuan of all people?
