“Did you not see, Lin Hong’s and Lin Xia’s opponents are from the main clan, and their strengths had reached the Form Creation stage. This kind of odds do not appear normally.” Lin Zhentian bitterly laughed as he continued: “Furthermore, take a look again at the seats we have been given, these are practically the worst of all the branch families.”
“Now… among the four places we have, Dong-er has yet to appear so we can only depend on that lass Qingtan next. Over these two years, her progress is not slower than the Dong-er at that time…” Lin Zhentian lifted his head and looked towards an arena in the distance. A the slender and elegant figure in light green was there, looking quick and agile like a fairy, a beautiful sight in this humongous arena.
In the current Lin Family, there was only Qingtan who had yet to suffer a defeat.
“Father, don’t worry. When Dong-er returns, all the humiliation will be taken back!” Lin Xiao gently patted Lin Zhentian’s shoulder and consoled in a low voice.
When he heard this name, a gratified smile revealed itself on the old man’s aged face as he slowly nodded his head.
He was waiting. Lin Xiao was waiting. All of them were waiting.
Waiting for that person’s return.
When that time came, they would stand proud and happy!