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Chen Ge led a crowd of people and flew toward a stage on the right. His expression was less kind than before, but stricter. Beside him was Hui Ling.

She did not look too well – she had completely lost her proud demeanour. From time to time, panic flashed across her face. She did not dare to look over at Shen Ying.

Lonemoon knew why she was afraid. Her Golden Finger was destroyed by Shen Ying and she was the victor in the Earth Immortal group. This was not a friendly competition within the same continent – her opponent would not show Chen Ge any respect. Of course, this meant her opponent would not hold back with her.

Lonemoon suddenly felt glee in his heart. Indeed, she had to pay for wanting to make it big.

The time for the competition drew near. Hui Ling looked more and more nervous. Finally, she tugged at Chen Ge's sleeve and said gently, "Master, I... I... I'm not feeling too well."

"Little Ling, what's the matter?" Chen Ge looked worried. "Did you get injured in the mystic realm yesterday?"

"No, Master, I'm thinking of..."

She lowered her voice and nobody around her seemed to care about the conversation, except Lonemoon, who noticed that she was acting strangely...

Suddenly, Lonemoon's eyes brightened. Before Hui Ling could suggest pulling out of the competition, he put on a wide grin and spoke.

"Celestial Emperor, is your honoured disciple feeling unwell? I happen to have a Core-Restoring Pill, Core-Formation Juice and a Evil-Cleansing Talisman... They're bound to solve any symptom you might be experiencing. Would Celestial Emperor care for some?" In exchange for some money, of course.

Hui Ling: "..."

Chen Ge: "..."

Chapter 177: The Battle Between Two Continents

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"No... No thanks." Chen Ge hesitated. He was suspicious of Lonemoon's sudden politeness. Yet, he smiled courteously and said, "Exalted Immortal Lonemoon must be joking. Little Ling may be of low cultivation, but she is already an immortal and does not fall sick that easily. This must be due to the nerves of participating in a competition with immortals from other continents."

He turned and looked at Hui Ling with a comforting gaze. Hui Ling did not react. Instead, she turned pale and looked panicked. She looked like she had a million and one things that she was holding back from saying.

This was the first time Chen Ge had ever seen her this bothered. He could not help but say, "Little Ling, just take this as another ordinary competition. Just fight as how you normally would and it will be okay. Your master has faith in you. Don't get too stressed out."

"... Yes, Master." She became even paler. She did not know how to ask if she could back out of the competition.

"Your Majesty has a point," Lonemoon said, grinning until his eyes became slits. He glanced at Hui Ling, then turned to address his own disciples. "Did you hear that? Just fight as you normally would. I have faith in you too!"

The five disciples behind him answered, "Yes, Elder!"

Their voices resonated in the hall. Hui Ling repressed the sudden hesitation and doubt she was feeling.

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Hui Ling's expression turned nastier.

Even Chen Ge frowned. Was he imagining this? Why did he feel like Lonemoon's words were dripping with sarcasm?