She knew Ye Shiyuan was strong, but she had never imagined that he would be this strong.
By the tenth move, as she watched Ye Shiyuan's sword thrust toward her, her nearly numbed hand could no longer lift itself.
She closed her eyes in fear.
But Ye Shiyuan's sword did not fall upon her.
"You've lost."
Those three indifferent words drifted into her ears.
Only then did Su Yuluan open her eyes.
Ye Shiyuan was standing beside her, already having declared the result of the match.
Beneath her veil, Su Yuluan's expression had turned extremely unsightly.
She turned around and left in irritation.
Only after Su Yuluan stepped down did Ye Shiyuan walk off the arena and return to Bai He's side.
"Master, I won."
For him, it was an ordinary occurrence, something he was long accustomed to. Yet he still took the trouble to inform Bai He.
His master should be happy, shouldn't he?
There was still a smile on Bai He's face.
It simply was not very obvious, much like the other elders.
