Mei Changsu, an inner sect disciple with immortal realm cultivation, was standing straight, a hand to his back, and his chest puffed out as if he were putting on airs of a master.
On the other hand, Shang Jiao was quite stiff and nervous. She clenched her fists and opened them again, a few times as she stared at her opponent.
"Junior Sister, you have come a long way in the competition, and for someone who came from the mortal realm, it is truly commendable, but you can't proceed further. From here on out, your opponents are much stronger, both in cultivation and skill. You know that, too." Mei Changsu said, his hand conjuring an ice sword. "No one will look down upon you even if you give up."
Shang Jiao took a deep breath and shut her eyes for a moment. Her icy wings erupted from her back, and a halberd appeared in her hands. Going into her battle stance, she spoke aloud. "Senior Brother, I await your guidance."
