Seeing Ling Feng's panicked, hurried expression, Shen Haoran frowned and quickly tried to calm him. "Senior Brother Ling, don't rush. Slow down and tell me what's wrong."
"How can I not be anxious? Junior Shen, you're in huge trouble!" Ling Feng said, his expression still frantic.
"What is it?" Seeing Ling Feng's frantic state, Shen Haoran was puzzled. 'What in the world could make him this panicked?'
"The competition for spots to enter the Desert Ancient City starts in three days, right? Well, today, the Elders and the Sect Leader were at the Central Martial Arts Arena announcing the details. They said two people would get spots automatically, without needing to compete, and you're one of them!" Ling Feng quickly explained.
Hearing this, Shen Haoran chuckled. "Senior Brother Ling, so that's all it is? I already knew about that!"
