"Brother Ling Xiao, you're amazing! This really brings us great honor!"
Ling Xiao raised his chin proudly, but his eyes couldn't help searching for the figure of Gu Sheng.
When he saw that Gu Sheng was still standing in the same place, with no trace of joy on his face, an uneasy feeling surged in his heart.
Gu Sheng looked at Ling Xiao, who had become the center of attention, from afar, his brows tightly knitted.
Things had completely deviated from the plan—Ling Xiao not only failed to control time as agreed, but had also thoroughly offended the Holy Land Disciples of Qinghe.
"It looks like trouble is coming."
Gu Sheng muttered to himself, glancing over the plaza.
He noticed the purple-robed youth Mo Qianjun squinting while sizing up Ling Xiao, and several Holy Land disciples huddled together, whispering and casting cold glances.
Amidst this undercurrent of tension, the voice of the black-robed elder sounded again.
"Next, Liang Yu."
The voice of the Deacon Elder echoed.
