Mr. Wu's low murmurs of confusion were answered by Li Yanyan's loud response.
"Because the Princess has a crystal ball larger than yours!"
Li Yanyan's voice was so loud that Mr. Wu, across from her, heard every word.
Mr. Wu, shrouded in his black robe, looked their way, his voice low and steady as he spoke.
"Children, it seems there's more than just Great Han's National Master Feng Wushang and little Lucky Star Li Yanyan here. Who are all of you?"
At that moment, the Black Dragon in the sky vanished. It was as if the lack of control over the crystal ball caused the dragon's shadow to fade and disappear.
The silver dragon, conjured by the National Master, lunged at Mr. Wu with an open mouth and extended claws.
Mr. Wu made several hand formations, and a longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword flew out at an angle and entangled itself with the silver dragon.
To any discerning eye, it was clear the National Master had gained the upper hand.
