Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes. He rose from the void, taking a step forward, and stood on the fourth arena, his entire being standing silently with his hands clasped behind him.
At the same time, the other three arenas also presented spiritual children from various sects. Liu Baiyi stood on the third arena and, when he noticed Ye Xuan, a glint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Sss!
A streak of spiritual light swept across the sky, quietly appearing opposite Ye Xuan. It was Zhang Lin from the Heavenly Mending Sect, who was looking at Ye Xuan with a disdainful gaze.
"I really didn't expect my opponent in the first match to be you. Although you are the Ninth Spirit Child of the Spirits Heavenly Palace, you are still not my match," Zhang Lin said disdainfully.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan seemed not to have heard Zhang Lin's words, and he looked faintly toward the platform where Liu Baiyi stood, his brow slightly furrowed.
