Suspicious Zhangjie And Shanxia

"Brother Yang Fe had to go first, if he loses it means I'm doomed!" Zhangjie grimaced like a little child while I gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder.

"I'm sure Yang Fe will do well, let's be hopeful."

"That's Zhen." Bai QingQing gestured with her eyebrows and we turned to look at the two handsome disciples who had stood at the center of the field. The one we assumed to be Zhen had a sly smirk on his face as he twirled the hilt of his blade in his hands.

"I heard he's very cunning." Bai QingQing informed us. "Hopefully he plays fair." 

"There are higher immortal's around to watch the event, he's bound to play fair." No matter how cunning one might be, nothing gets past the high immortals.

The host of the event walked up to the both of them, standing right in their middle.