"Sister, can Han Sen win?" Yun Suyi's hands were drenched in sweat. She grabbed Yun Sushang's shoulder as she felt her body go soft. She feared she'd faint if she didn't stabilize herself.
"I really don't know," Yun Sushang said, but she felt bad about it.
"He can't win." A man's voice sounded next to the two sisters.
"Dad?" Yun Sushang and Yun Suyi shouted upon seeing the man.
Thousand Feather Crane bowed and addressed him as master. That middle-aged man, with gray clothes, was Yun Suyi's father. He was the tenth elder called Yun Changkong.
"Dad, are you saying Han Sen will lose?" Yun Suyi couldn't help but ask.
Yun Changkong shook his head and said, "I said he wouldn't win. I did not say he will lose."
"Then what does that mean?" The three of them were frozen. What Yun Changkong said was too strange.