บท 882: Complications

"They're also participating in the tournament?" Ye Mo asked in shock. It would be really hard for ordinary people to rank well if these masters were coming.

Yan Zheng shook his head. "Of course, Tong-Qianbei isn't here for the tournament. He's a part of the pill association, he's probably here as a judge. Those who participate in the tournament must be less than 300 years old. Tong-Qianbei is already more than 800 years old."

"By the way, is your master at Broken Leaf City already? If possible, I would like to go meet him." Yan Zheng thought Ye Mo's master was already there, since he promised that he could get a good ranking.

Ye Mo smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Yan, I haven't contacted my master yet. I meant to say that I will be partaking the tournament."

"What?!" Yan Zheng looked at Ye Mo in shock. He said with a stutter, "Bro- brother Ye, um- Although I said a level 6 spirit pill master has hope, but- but-"