"Alright."
"Is it settled then?"
"It's settled."
"Good!"
Yan Nan smiled, feeling somewhat smug inside.
Chen Gu, too, felt a sense of smug satisfaction.
Xue Fuxiao maintained a stern and commanding expression. In truth, he didn't quite understand what they were arguing about earlier, only feeling like these few were putting on a monkey show for him.
But, none of this mattered, because we have Sansan.
Thinking things through? Ha... Xue Fuxiao felt proud: How low-minded!
All I know is to draw my sword!
As for Dongfang Sansan... his mood remained unruffled.
The game has just begun, who will emerge victorious is still unknown.
Having executed countless strategies in life, this kind of situation... adapting according to circumstances is a trivial matter.
However, coaxing some young disciples from Outer World Mountain Sects to participate in the competition was an unexpected gain.
