"No..." Wang Xihai gently pushed Wang Junyao's hand away, his expression serious. To be honest, ever since he'd learned Chen Qing had reached the Peak of the Ninth-Ring Martial Disciple, Wang Xihai knew he didn't stand a chance. He himself was only a Ninth-Ring Martial Disciple. While the Ninth Ring and the Peak of Nine Rings seemed to be on the same level, the gap between them was enormous.
But Wang Junyao completely ignored him. She took a step forward and leaped out of the rest area. Her nimble body traced a beautiful arc through the air before she landed lightly on the tournament stage.
"Wang Family, Junnyao." The young woman's voice was as gentle as water, a soft and pleasant murmur. Yet her fiery red dress and matching long, red hair gave her a passionate, untamed air. For two such opposing qualities to coexist in one person was an incredibly arresting sight.
