Ling Chen gently pushed Ling Wu's little head away and said, "Child, don't ask about adult matters."
"Brother, I'm not a child anymore!"
Ling Wu straightened her budding chest and said proudly.
"In my eyes, you will always be a little brat!"
Ling Chen curled his lip.
Just as Ling Wu was about to retort, she heard Ling Chen say, "Alright, watch the match!"
At this moment, the second match of the Eight Palaces Martial Arts Tournament's scoring round began.
Seeing that Ling Chen was ignoring her, Ling Wu pouted and squeezed onto Ling Chen's seat, looking grumpy.
Fortunately, the seat was large enough to accommodate two people.
Ling Chen just let her be.
This match was between Taiyi Academy and Netherworld Academy.
This was Taiyi Academy's home field, where countless spectating Cultivators were desperately cheering on the players from Taiyi Academy.
The noise was deafening, reaching to the skies.
