After the announcement, she gave Yu Qing the dart engraved with the name “Zhang Zhichen”.
For the contestants, this was an honour. Anyone who could take this dart away from the Chaoyang Assembly proved that their ranking in the assembly was within the top twenty five.
“Hey, this guy ran into someone who conceded again.”
“That is the third time already, isn’t it?”
“He drew blank number plates three times in a row in the draw. This guy always manages to get a bye and advance without a fight. His luck is truly out of the ordinary.”
People from the Dingyin District sitting together were already whispering and discussing amongst themselves.
The stands were buzzing with discussion. The competition had reached this stage. For cultivators, the temptation of ranking in the top ten was immense. They were so close to achieving it that few would simply concede, especially when just one match could win that extraordinarily meaningful dart.
Hearing the announcement of Yu Qing’s victory, Long Xingyun fanned himself much faster with his folding fan.
Xiao Hong was very happy and whispered excitedly to Wen Xin beside her, “He advanced again.”
Unmoved, Wen Xin rarely spoke up, “Winning is not necessarily a good thing. The further you go, the stronger the opponents you meet. The higher you climb, the more dangerous it becomes.”
Hearing this, Xiao Hong was instantly stunned, and her gaze towards Yu Qing became worried again.
Returning to his seat, Yu Qing casually put away the dart. This dart engraved with the name “Zhang Zhichen” held absolutely no meaning for him.
Nan Zhu, Mu Aotie, and Baili Xin could not feel happy for him either. This was not like the previous district competitions where just anyone could watch. Here, as a disciple of the Longguang Sect…