At this moment, night fell like a light-handed painter, quietly laying out spring's prelude, spilling a calm, profound blue-violet across the sky.
Inside the Ma Family estate, the lamps blazed brilliantly, bright as day, their warm, clear glow falling just right on the faces of the two important family figures seated opposite each other, adding a touch of life to the quiet night.
"Damn, the Chen Clan is really playing big this time!" he said softly, his tone carrying both amazement and a faint, almost imperceptible hint of amusement.
On Ma Zhibin's handsome middle-aged face, the corners of his mouth curved with a smile that held deeper meaning.
Anyone with eyes could tell that the Chen Clan joining hands with the Chang'an Family was a declaration of rules to the world—and behind it, they would have to face who knew how many enormous powers and organizations.
Even their Ma Family fell within that scope. It was just that the Ma Family would not tear down the Chen Clan's stage.
No sooner had Ma Zhibin finished speaking than he tossed out another topic. "Fourth Uncle, how did our Great Soul Arena get involved too?"
Sitting opposite him was Ma Rulong, his face as ruddy as a red date and his expression dignified.
"A while back, the Chen Clan came to ask. I thought that if this could be made to happen, and there really were duels, it would also be a different kind of boost for our Great Soul Arena."
"It would also stimulate the gambling industry and the operation of nearby venues, make things lively for a while, so I agreed."
His words were plain and unadorned.
Ma Zhibin raised the wine cup in his hand. "Fourth Uncle, your mind really does turn fast. No wonder you became the chief