Zhang Qing Zheng's face, bitter as the taste of coptis, broke into a smile as he said, "With this old man here, you all can give your best performance. Just aim for victory."
What level are these children really at?
He, a Divine Symbol Cultivator, could surely control a battle involving a few kids whose combined ages didn't even add up to his.
"Okay! Xi Xi understands! Thank you, Grandpa!"
Xi Xi politely replied.
This girl really isn't shy, incredibly bold, with a gleam in her eyes, as if on fire.
Zhang Qing Zheng felt overjoyed by the girl's attitude.
Look at that sweet talk. Who could now say that Zhang Qing Zheng always wears a scowl so grim that it scares people off?
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On the wooden stage, Li Qingshan, who had been curled up in a chair appearing almost asleep, suddenly perked up.
He straightened his back, leaned forward, and focused on the battle happening on the stage.