Regardless of how worried Jinghui was, the two of them were already standing on the arena floor, destined to either fight to a victor or a grim end. Quan Wei had managed to track them down in the meantime; Jinghui’s sturdy build and smooth, round bald head were simply too conspicuous, making him hard to miss.
"Master Jinghui, how did your challenges go?"
"Amitabha! This old monk was fortunate enough to win two matches. As soon as I caught my breath, I saw Fairy Ziyan already beginning her challenge against a Supreme Immortal."
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