The news of the Dust Valley Team spread throughout the Western Region.
For the first time in ages, the Western Region was bustling throughout the night of the match.
It was sensational.
Every city street was talking about one thing: football.
Every clan master and elder gathered together to talk about football and, most importantly, Ren's last penalty kick.
"Father, how did he miss such a golden chance?" Fang Chen looked at his father, still confused.
His father sipped his tea and wore a wry smile. 'Son, if you ask me, who am I going to ask?'
Everyone was still confused at Ren's miss. He had no disturbance, no pressure. Just play the ball inside the net.
Even though there was a goalkeeper, that meant nothing. The net was big enough for him to score.
"Clan master, what do you think about this football game?" an elder asked.
All the elders in the hall turned their heads and looked at the clan master.
