"Master won't lose! That was just an accident!"
Facing a barrage of accusations, Ye Chuxue's eyes quietly reddened, and she felt incredibly wronged.
'Whether Master wins or loses, it shouldn't have anything to do with me.'
'These people have no right to blame me!'
She held her head high, her face a mask of proud defiance.
The more the Sect Master looked at her, the angrier he became. He had once thought Ye Chuxue was a talent worth cultivating, but now he saw he had been completely mistaken.
He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and sat back down. "Let's not be hasty," he said. "We'll keep watching. Perhaps it really was an accident..."
The elders, feeling helpless, could only follow suit and sit, silently praying that Gu Qingyuan absolutely had to win.
"Lu Xingyao!!!!!"
On the Martial Arts Arena, Gu Qingyuan's eyes were bloodshot. He looked as if he wanted to skin Lu Xingyao alive to vent the hatred in his heart.
