"Shen Yu, are you still worried?"
The calm voice of the elder beside him snapped him out of his thoughts. Shen Yu turned his head, gazing at the wise face of the old man. There was a slight hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself and answered seriously, "No, Master. It's just… after seeing Lord Lein in person, I can only imagine how strong his disciples must be."
The elder let out a soft sigh, then lightly patted Shen Yu's shoulder. "Don't push yourself too hard," he said gently, though his tone remained firm.
Shen Yu nodded, though the turmoil in his heart still lingered. He turned his gaze back to the stage, where Isabel had now taken over the event. The woman stood tall with a confident posture, her voice resonating throughout the arena.
"The Friendship Duels will be divided into three groups," Isabel said, her sharp gaze sweeping over the audience before she continued.