No need.
It was enough to secretly savor the satisfaction in her heart.
"Now that Li Yunxiao is dead, he has lost that wager no matter what."
But Li Muyun knew that, at this point, the wager was already a trivial matter.
"Li Tianming directly wiped out even the granddaughter of the chief proctor, the Grand Imperial Mentor. If this kid doesn't have enough of a background, then after he comes out... he still might not have a way to survive. He won too brilliantly. With his talent, who knows whether someone even stronger might take a liking to him—perhaps the Tower Master of the Young Emperor Tower?"
"So this matter isn't over yet..."
"However, the matter of the wager has vanished like smoke and dispersed like clouds. I should lie low and act as if nothing happened. I mustn't go poking at Li Tianyang's sore spot."
That was why Li Muyun sat quietly, without uttering a word or looking anywhere.
She could only watch Li Tianming.
And the imperial bearing of that white-haired youth in the light-image before her made even her fall into a brief daze.
"This child was born with imperial majesty. He truly is a fine seedling. Just whose descendant is he?"
Li Muyun was infinitely curious.
"How is Grand Imperial Mentor Li Zongyuan doing, exactly?"
Just as Li Muyun was thinking this, a voice suddenly came from the high platform behind her.
"Li Muyun, the youth in your assessment zone is quite impressive."
It was actually Tower Master Mo Yu's voice!
Li Muyun hurriedly turned around, a faint sweat breaking out on her. She had wanted to keep a low profile, yet Tower Master Mo Yu had unexpectedly put her on the spot.
This would make Li Tianyang hate her even more!
But at the