This was Zhao Changxing's first time attending the Dharma Assembly. Hearing the crowd's discussions, he was bursting with pride, wishing he could let everyone know that Zhao Lin was his uncle.
The elder from the Western Ox Continent heard the murmurs from the crowd and looked a bit embarrassed. He announced in a deep voice, "Silence! The disciples participating in the competition, come forward and draw lots."
Zhao Lin and the other five disciples walked into the arena and went forward one by one to draw lots.
"Number One."
Zhao Lin displayed the wooden tablet in his hand.
"I'm also Number One."
The disciple from Juyan Province across from him looked grim.
"You two, remain in the arena. The rest of you, withdraw."
The Western Ox Continent elder announced loudly, "Zhao Lin of Nanhe Province versus Qin Fangping of Juyan Province!"
Zhao Lin walked into the designated circle and stood still, his palm resting on the hilt of the saber at his waist.
