The first match of this KPL Spring Season was between Sanxiu City and Ziwei Tiangong.

Honestly, this is no coincidence.

In order to attract more attention and generate more buzz, the official channels always try to stir things up secretly, usually by pitting the two most popular teams or those with a long-standing feud against each other, which can attract more viewers.

Zhang Luhan sat in front of the mirror with her eyes closed, letting the makeup artist apply her makeup, listening to the jungler Chen Lingzi and the side laner Shan Zongguang gloating and mocking him from the side:

"Serves you right for being so talkative. It's one thing if you don't like Bai Tong from the Loose Cultivator City, but you also caused trouble in the live stream. Now you've been slapped in the face."

"You'd better not look at the collection anymore. Right now, all the forums and Weibo are full of people mocking you."

Zhang Luhan said dejectedly, "I never expected him to be so good... To be honest, you guys haven't played against him before, he plays the mid lane really well! But this time, I'm going to crush him on the stage! I'll wash away my shame, brothers, will you help me?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and another wingman, Mu Qingming, laughed and said, "Call me dad and I'll help you, quick, call me dad!"

That being said, everyone was already itching to give the rogue cultivator city a good beating.

They're sworn enemies, there's no need to pretend to be brothers. If you don't go all out but hold back, you're just humiliating your opponent.

The Ziwei Heavenly Palace group was the first to appear, and their group was full of menacing energy. When they came out, they all had murderous expressions on their faces. The host called out their names, and one by one they walked up to the stage from the entrance, sat in front of the table, and looked towards the other entrance.

The City of Loose Cultivators has arrived.

"First up is Yue Yuan on the side lane. We all know he's famous for his tanky side lane play. I heard he reached the top three in the peak tournament this winter break using Zhu Bajie. I wonder if he'll bring out Zhu Bajie in today's match?"

"Now we have Wen Qing, the jungler. His reputation as an assassin jungler is renowned both inside and outside the KPL. In interviews, he has repeatedly expressed his love for the recently released hero, Jing. It seems he came prepared!"

"Alright—now, our most anticipated rookie mid-laner, that's right, is—Bai! Tong!"

Everyone in the Ziwei Heavenly Palace turned to look.

As the lights flickered on and off, a petite figure stepped onto the stage.

He had a very refined appearance, a kind of androgynous and handsome look. His half-length hair swept across his eyebrows, and his back was as straight as a bamboo. The light fell on his face, making it look as white as frost, which made his eyes appear even clearer and more radiant. His lips were thin and rosy.

The audience erupted in wave after wave of enthusiastic cheers. Any new contestant would probably be startled and nervous by such a deafening roar.

But Bai Tong remained unusually calm and composed, taking her seat at a leisurely pace.

The contestants from Ziwei Tiangong whispered among themselves: "Hey, he actually looks pretty good? Better than in the promotional photos."

"Is a man like Zhang not afraid of being called a sissy? He must be terrified!"

"He's absolutely terrified, hahaha! How could a newbie be so calm? Wait till I beat him to a pulp!"

"Everyone knows he used Chen Mengxi in the previous peak competition. Should we ban him? Let's give the newcomer a taste of his own medicine!"

"No way! Are you taking care of the newcomers, or are you making us think we're scared? Let them out, let them out."

"I'm not banning the mid laner this game. I want to see what she's got up her sleeve. Bring it all out!"

The crowd laughed and mocked, their disdainful gazes fixed on the direction of the Loose Cultivator City.

Bai Tong had just adjusted her headphones when, as if sensing something, she raised an eyebrow and looked over with a clear, sharp gaze.

That expression—

The way he curled his lips seemed like a provocation!