Yun Che did not chase after her. He sucked air in and softly yelled out in a voice loud enough for her to hear: “After tomorrow, I will definitely enter the last thirty-two ranking battles! If we meet during the Round of Thirty Two, I hope that you will not go easy on me!!”
His voice slowly swept outwards and Xia Qingyue’s silhouette, had already disappeared from his line of sight.