The third-year tournament was in full swing, and the number of spectators was significantly higher than for the first and second years.
After all, the third-year battles were more intense. None of the contestants who had made it to the second day were weak.
When Feng Hao and Xi Yueyao arrived, Xiyue Frost was just about to go on stage. It seemed she had drawn an early number. You had to admit, the luck of the two sisters from the Xiyue Family was simply heaven-defying.
"Look, look! My sister is going on stage!" Xi Yueyao chirped excitedly.
"Oh," Feng Hao replied calmly. His gaze shifted to Xiyue Frost, who stood proudly on the stage, sword in hand. Her ribbons fluttered slightly, and combined with her frosty, pretty face, she looked like a pure and noble Fairy.