Jinguo on their side probably maintained their mysteriousness, while Chuguo's Xiang Bei was famously arrogant and likely looked down on the selection competition. Only Jinge from Mugu, for some reason unknown, did not come to watch today, probably also showing the arrogance of a powerful nation.
Qiao Lin stared eagerly at the Arena, occasionally glancing at Lord Jiang Jue with his peripheral vision.
In the past, Lord Jiang Jue would have been enthusiastically discussing with him by now.
But since Qin Zhizhen left, Lord Jiang Jue stopped talking. Although Qiao Lin was itching to speak, he could only follow suit in silence.
This feeling was too uncomfortable.
Forcing a chatterbox to shut up was like making a hungry person watch delicious food without allowing them to eat.
Damn these People of Qin!
Of course, he dared not glare at Qin Zhizhen like Yellow Sheri did, he could only mutter in his heart.
