The night grew darker.
Lin Qingfeng stood before the wooden door with his hands clasped behind his back. Seeing that Su Ling'er was no longer fixated on "Pokémon," he breathed a sigh of relief.
But this wasn't enough to stoke the flames.
Fighting spirit alone wasn't enough. There had to be hatred, a reason she absolutely had to win.
If he was going to stir up trouble, he needed a just cause. He had to fan these flames even higher.
He turned around, his gaze traveling over Su Ling'er's shoulder to the moon outside the window.
"Ling'er, do you know who our opponents in this Sword Testing Conference are? The ones we're going to crush underfoot?"
Su Ling'er instinctively straightened her back and said respectfully, "I do not, Senior Brother. Please enlighten me."
Lin Qingfeng didn't answer.
He held up three fingers, tapping them in the air. With each tap, a heavy name materialized.
"Celestial Sword Pavilion."
"Golden Light Temple."
"Profound Talisman Sect."
