"It seems the competition in this tournament will be intense!"
Sighing, the middle-aged man expressed his lack of confidence in obtaining the position of Pavilion Master.
Seeing his worried look, Zhou Xun comforted him:
"Daoist Le, with your Middle-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation, you stand a fighting chance even against Late-Stage Cultivators. I believe you have a significant chance to claim the Pavilion Master's position!"
"Let's hope so," the middle-aged man sighed repeatedly.
Half a day later, Xuyang's first-round match ended. Including the cultivator who had a bye, thirteen cultivators advanced to the next round.
Suddenly, an elder in a yellow robe stepped forward, cupping his hands to the cultivator presiding over the magical combat:
"Old Daoist Hong Tian, I am severely injured from this battle and no longer capable of participating in the next round. I voluntarily withdraw, and I hope Daoist friend will allow it!"
The cultivator nodded in agreement.
