The third match.
Qing Wei took the stage.
Her flowing hair fluttered as her face remained expressionless.
"Fellow Daoist Qing, making it this far is quite commendable, but this is where your journey ends," her opponent said with a slight smile, looking at Qing Wei. However, Qing Wei did not respond. The cultivators watching the competition did not take this as arrogance on Qing Wei's part; on the contrary, they found it normal for her not to respond.
From the first match to the present, Qing Wei had not spoken a single word to her opponents.
"Fellow Daoist Qing is at the Golden Core Initial Stage, so please make the first move."
Seeing Qing Wei not responding, annoyance flickered in Deng Zhiyan's eyes. Such arrogance for someone at the Golden Core Initial Stage.
Qing Wei nodded. In the next moment, she bowed her head slightly as her hair, dancing in the air, suddenly entangled itself towards Deng Zhiyan.