"Brother Zibo, can we come in?"
Outside the tent stood four young men with extraordinary demeanors.
The young man inside the tent, polishing his treasure sword, was none other than Shi Zibo, ranked fiftieth.
Shi Zibo slowly sheathed the longsword in his hand, then stood up and said indifferently, "Please come in!"
The four outside entered one after another.
If anyone knew these four people, they would certainly be shocked. Because these four were the top four in the rankings.
The young man in black attire with a cold face was Xiahou Jun, ranked first.
Beside him, also in black attire but with a genteel demeanor, was Mu Lingchen, ranked second.
The slightly shorter young man with sharp eyes was Wu Zhao, ranked third.
