"Young Master, I'll wait for you in the finals. Don't you dare disappoint me," Xiao Xiao teased Ye Qingchen, her earlier disappointment swept away. She knew Ye Qingchen was competing to secure one of the top twenty places, which would grant him entry into the ten great Ancient Clans. If they faced each other too early, one of them would inevitably be eliminated, and being knocked out in the preliminaries was unacceptable for either of them.
Just then, Xue Zhao and Zi Xing finished drawing their lots and walked over when they saw Ye Qingchen.
"Big Brother, what number did you draw?" Xue Zhao asked affectionately, as if deliberately provoking Xiao Xiao. Indeed, Xiao Xiao was seething at her overly familiar tone.
Ye Qingchen showed them his numbered ball. Xue Zhao glanced at it and said, "Group D, number twenty-eight? I drew into Group A. But I got number ninety-nine, so I have a bye in the first round."
