"Why didn't you come for the training matches yesterday?" Yu Lan glanced at Zhou Zhao, who was still catching his breath, and asked.
"I thought you wouldn't come to the tournament at all." Four-leaf Phoenix Tree said.
"Everything okay on your end?" Xiao Xinzhu asked with concern.
Zhou Zhao steadied his breathing and merely shook his head, signaling his companions not to worry.
"It's fine as long as you're here. Adjust yourself and get ready for the match." Lu Shuhang stepped forward and patted Zhou Zhao on the shoulder.
The calm and gentle voice echoed in his ear, bringing some peace to Zhou Zhao's mind.
A figure clad in formal attire descended from the pure white space above—it was the host, smooth and aesthetically pleasing, with the iris code indicating bionics.
"This league match is about to commence. The following announcements pertain to certain aspects of the match between both opponents."
