Long Haochen, using his Azure Bamboo Staff, pulled Cai’er back to the place where they had been sitting earlier. He asked Lin Xin to move over, making space for Cai’er to sit beside him.

Lin Xin was alright, since he hadn’t known Long Haochen for very long. But Li Xin was completely astonished. “Little brother, who is this?”

Long Haochen’s face flushed red as he said, “This is Cai’er, Sister. She’s my friend.”

Li Xin looked at him, then at Cai’er, a strange smile spreading across her face. “Hehe, she’s your little girlfriend, isn’t she? Cai’er, hello, my name is Li Xin. I’m Haochen’s sworn sister.”

“Hello,” Cai’er said softly. But after those two words, she remained silent.

Long Haochen leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Cai’er, are you here to participate in the competition too?”

“Mm,” Cai’er nodded slightly.

Long Haochen couldn’t help but say, “I’ve never heard you mention it before.”

Cai’er said, “You never asked me what I was doing in Holy City.”

Long Haochen scratched his head, realizing he hadn’t.

Li Xin said, “Cai’er, judging from your black veil, you must be from the Assassin Temple?”

Cai’er nodded lightly.

Lin Xin, who was sitting next to them, was completely astonished. A blind assassin? But having spent a long time in society, he naturally wouldn’t touch on someone’s sore spot. Although he was curious, he didn’t ask any questions.

On the second floor of the council hall, several people dressed in black, their faces covered with veils, were standing and looking down. From their graying hair, one could tell they were not young.

“Is that the kid? How does he know the Saint Daughter?” an old man in black couldn’t help but ask.

“We don’t know. According to our investigation, the Saint Daughter has never seemed to know anyone like him before.”

“Doesn’t know him? If she doesn’t know him, why would she hurt old man Yang from the Knight Temple’s grandson for his sake? Is this how your Hawk Hall conducts investigations?”

“Elder Ying, please don’t be angry. You know the Saint Daughter’s temperament and her senses. She never likes being followed by us.”

“Hmph.” The old man in black standing in the center was none other than the Vice-Temple Master of the Assassin Temple, and the Hall Master of the Rogue Hall, Ying Suifeng. He couldn’t see anything good in Long Haochen. He actually dared to abduct the Reincarnation Saint Daughter. That old fool Han Qian even came running to question me about it, when it should be me questioning him! Their Knight Temple even stole Cai’er away.

The more Ying Suifeng thought about it, the angrier he became, and a trace of sharp killing intent unconsciously flowed from him.

Long Haochen, who was chatting with Cai’er in a low voice below, suddenly felt a chill run through him, as if his blood was about to freeze. A dense golden light suddenly burst forth from his body. The golden light didn’t spread outwards, but was extremely concentrated, vaguely forming a golden giant sword above Long Haochen’s head.

“Eh?” Ying Suifeng exclaimed in surprise, “Fifth rank? Isn’t he fourth rank? Old Hawk, how did you investigate?”

“He was definitely fourth rank,” the old man standing beside him said, his eyes filled with confusion, “Unless, unless he just broke through in the last few days.”

“Ying Suifeng, what are you trying to do, you old geezer?” An angry voice rang out. In the next moment, Han Qian had rushed to stand in front of Ying Suifeng in a fiery rage. With a wave of his right hand, a layer of golden light had already enveloped the two of them, isolating them from any external probing.

Ying Suifeng was also in a bad mood at this time. “What am I doing? What do you think I’m doing? Your little brat from the Knight Temple is about to take our…, about to take Cai’er away.” He almost blurted out the words ‘Saint Daughter’.

Han Qian snorted angrily, “What do you mean ‘take away’? They are willing, okay? Free love, do you understand?”

Ying Suifeng roared back without backing down, “Free love my ass! Our Cai’er is only fourteen years old. That Long Haochen is clearly an old ox eating young grass!”

Han Qian was furious, “Talking shit, you’re the one eating young grass! Our Haochen is only fourteen this year too, at most a few months older than her.”

“Oh? Only fourteen years old!” A hint of a smile appeared in Ying Suifeng’s eyes. “A fourteen-year-old fifth-rank knight, that’s truly shocking.”

Han Qian really wanted to slap himself. He had rushed over because of the sudden killing intent that Ying Suifeng had revealed towards Long Haochen. Yang Wenzhao being injured by someone from the Assassin Temple had already made the higher-ups in the Knight Temple extremely dissatisfied. If Long Haochen, this Star of Tomorrow, had a problem, then the good relationship between the two great temples over the years might truly be shaken. He didn’t expect to slip up under Ying Suifeng’s provocation.

“I misspoke, it’s twenty-four years old.” Han Qian immediately calmed down, suppressing his anger, and said blandly.

Ying Suifeng stepped forward, laughed heartily, and patted his shoulder. “Right, it’s twenty-four years old, I understand, I understand. Coming from your mouth, entering my ears, what kind of relationship do we have? I will definitely keep it a secret for you. Just like you will also keep secrets for us. Isn’t this strengthening the close relationship between our two great temples even more?”

Han Qian was truly swallowing bitter medicine; he couldn’t say a word of complaint. He looked at Ying Suifeng with a gloomy expression and snorted heavily.

“What are you two old geezers doing here, plotting something shady?” Just then, an old voice rang out.

It was an old man wearing a dark gold magic robe, looking at the two people inside the golden light罩with a puzzled expression.

Han Qian raised his hand and dispelled the barrier. “It’s nothing, Ying Suifeng was having a seizure, so I came to take care of him.”

Ying Suifeng had just gained a big advantage and was in a very good mood. “That’s right, I just had a little seizure, but I’m fine now. Old Lin, the group draw is about to begin, right? I heard your kid also made it to the finals.”

The old magician’s face changed. “Hmph, don’t mention that little bastard to me. Just thinking about him makes me angry.”

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Ying Suifeng laughed. “Alright, alright, you’re probably secretly pleased. It is said that your grandson’s attainments in magic medicine are so high that even a great power in your temple admires him.”

The old magician glared at him. “That little bastard is indeed good at magic medicine, but I don’t know what he was thinking, he insisted on joining a Demon Hunt Squad.”

Han Qian said, “That’s much better than my kid; he’s incredibly arrogant but didn’t even pass the preliminaries.”

“Oh? Didn’t that kid Han Yu break through to the fifth rank? How come he didn’t pass the preliminaries?” The old mage looked curious, but the mocking expression on his face was undisguised.

“Lin Chen, you old fox, you’re just gloating, aren’t you? Humph.” Han Qian looked displeased.

Lin Chen laughed and said, “How can you say I’m gloating? I thought only my little rascal was embarrassing, but it turns out yours is too. That makes me feel much better. At least mine made it into the finals.”

“You…” Han Qian glared at Lin Chen.

“What? Want to fight? Come on! I just recently figured out how to use a ninth-level forbidden spell, though it’s not quite complete yet, but I can try it out on you.” Lin Chen wasn’t afraid at all.

“Alright, you two, stop acting like fighting cocks every time you meet. Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?” A gentle female voice sounded. A middle-aged woman in white robes walked over slowly.

Golden hair cascaded down her back, and the white robes were embroidered with golden high elf runes. Although she was no longer young, her beautiful face still retained its charm.

Seeing her, Han Qian and Lin Chen visibly paused, each snorting but saying nothing more.

Ying Suifeng smiled slightly and nodded to the woman in white robes, saying, “Cardinal Ruoshui, hello.”

If anyone heard his address, they would be shocked. This woman in white robes, who looked no older than forty, was actually a Cardinal Bishop of the Priest Temple. That was an eighth-rank powerhouse! And judging by the way Han Qian and Lin Chen looked at her, they clearly respected her greatly.

Ruoshui smiled and nodded, saying, “Lord Ying, hello.”

Sighing softly, she continued, “I just heard you talking about the preliminary round. We at the Priest Temple also have a little monster.”

“Oh?” The other three’s gazes landed on her simultaneously.

The six great temples had a certain competitive relationship with each other, and the Demon Hunt Squad Selection Tournament was one of the means of competition. Therefore, they didn’t share information about the preliminary rounds with each other. Now, seeing Ruoshui looking troubled, they were naturally curious.

Ruoshui sighed softly and said, “For the next preliminary round, we may have to change some of the rules.” As she spoke, her gaze naturally fell on a bald man below.

Inside the council hall, the golden light appearing on Long Haochen’s body caught the attention of many participants. However, the killing intent came quickly and disappeared quickly. Long Haochen quickly returned to normal, but his back was still covered in cold sweat.

Cai’er’s eyes flickered slightly. Just as Long Haochen felt the strong killing intent, her left hand had already risen. Only when the killing intent disappeared did she quietly lower her hand.

“What’s going on?” Li Xin asked疑惑.

Long Haochen shook his head and said, “I don’t know. Just now, I felt like someone was locking onto me, with a very strong killing intent.”

Lin Xin said indifferently, “It’s nothing, someone just wanted to test you. See that? Up on the second floor. The six great temples will send high-ranking officials to observe the drawing ceremony. It must be one of them who’s bored. This is the Alliance Executive Authority, who would dare to make trouble here?”

Just then, an old man in light gold gear walked onto the central platform of the council hall.

The old man was tall and burly, feeling even more muscular than a certain bald man. His short, white hair stood up like steel needles. His age had not made his body slack. The muscles under his gear were textured like granite. On the light gold gear were embroidered eight silver dragons. His eyes radiated power. His appearance naturally silenced the entire hall.

“Everyone is here, the group drawing ceremony now begins. All participants’ numbers will remain the same as in the preliminary round. I believe your teachers have told you about the final round format, so I won’t go into detail. Now let’s begin the drawing. Ten people per group. After the drawing is finished, you will go directly to the trial grounds for the first round of matches.”

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