Lin Yi was assigned to the seventh group.
The seed player in the group was none other than Si Yeming, one of the Inner Sect Ten Saints.
Finding that he was not in the same group as Lin Yi, Jiang Yunhe quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
It was fortunate Lin Yi wasn't in his group, otherwise, he might have been out of the running for the top ten in this sword fighting tournament.
"It seems that I'll have to be the one to vent Brother Gu Shentong's frustrations."
Si Yeming looked over at Lin Yi, who sat composed in the front row not far away, a sharp glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"You need to be careful."
Jiang Yunhe warned, "This kid has some tricks up his sleeve, you must give it your all, otherwise, you might capsize in the gutter."
However, Jiang Yunhe's well-intentioned warning only displeased Si Yeming.
"Jiang Yunhe, are you underestimating me too much?"
"This kid only warrants 30% of your strength, but when it comes to me you talk about giving it your all?"
