As the rest of the hall slowly began teleporting away in flashes of white light, Territory by Territory disappearing back to wherever they came from, Bai Shen, Ruoxi, and Meixue stayed rooted at the gold table, watching the crowd thin out.
Nine other tables remained scattered around them, each occupying a spot somewhere in the top ten, their golden or silver surfaces gleaming under the hall's strange, source-less light.
Xu Feng's table sat a good distance off, the tall man leaning back in his chair with that same lazy smile, watching Bai Shen with an expression that was hard to read.
'Third place. Guess I'll be seeing more of him whether I like it or not.'
