Huangfu Zhao suspiciously stared at Qin Chen but didn't ask further.
"Are you aware that the contest ranking ceremony is about to begin?" Huangfu Zhao said.
"I am." Qin Chen nodded.
"Are you planning to participate?" Huangfu Zhao asked.
"Of course, as the Saint Son of the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect, I must partake in such an event." Qin Chen said.
Huangfu Zhao looked at the determined gaze in Qin Chen's eyes, a trace of surprise flashing in his pupils.
"Do you understand what kind of ridicule you'd face if you, representing the Saint Son of the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect, were defeated in the preliminary round?"
"How would outsiders perceive our Heavenly Blade Saint Sect?"
Huangfu Zhao spoke bluntly, not beating around the bush with Qin Chen.
If Qin Chen were just an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Blade Saint Sect, Huangfu Zhao wouldn't bother saying these things.
But Qin Chen's identity is indeed special.
