The bamboo groves on both sides of the mountain path rustled. Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The only sound in the quiet surroundings was their footsteps.
After they had walked for some time, Si Jiawen was the first to speak, her voice calm. "How much do you know about your opponent for the fourth round?"
Yang Jing raised an eyebrow.
He knew his fourth-round opponent was Ma Guoliang, an Inner Sect Disciple from Fen Yang Peak, but the name didn't ring a bell. He certainly didn't know anything about the man.
In the previous rounds of the Fushan Grand Tournament, he had rushed to the Training Room to cultivate immediately after each victory. He never lingered, so he had no time to watch any of the other disciples' matches.
He had been planning to go find Lin Ziheng for a chat after he returned.
