"Who is that youth in the black robe?" Xu Zimei looked over to the side of the Sunset Empire, at the last black-robed youth, and inquired.
"His face is completely covered; even if he knows me, I wouldn't be able to recognize him," Xia Wanqing said.
"Which side do you think will win?"
"Purely based on strength, it's definitely the Sunset Empire," Xu Zimei replied.
"First of all, the Galaxy side is short one person, and the identity of that black-robed youth is unknown.
If it's two out of three rounds, where will Galaxy find a third person?"
"What about these princes?" Xia Wanqing asked.
"They're nothing but a bunch of mud dogs and clay chickens," Xu Zimei shook his head.
He looked over at these princes, pathetically weak.
Perhaps they are somewhat capable for ordinary cultivators.
Then he turned his gaze back to the black-robed youth.
Feeling his stare, the other side smiled at him.
Despite his face being covered, Xu Zimei could still feel his smile.
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