Sword God was about to die of anger.
The sealed move had lasted fifteen minutes; he had spent five of them on oxygen, and his train of thought had been interrupted.
After he went back, he still had to work hard to adjust his state and bring his energy and focus back to the chessboard.
Something like this would not have much of an effect on an ordinary person, but in such an important game, even the slightest impact on one's mentality could affect the final result.
Sword God tried hard to tell himself, It's fine, it's fine. Just a little episode. Stay calm. Pretend the sealed move never happened.
Wasn't it just three straight hours of playing? No big deal.
Young Sect Master had truly embarrassed himself.
If his father had not gone over and dragged him away, he would not have been able to withstand the scene either.
The key was... when they pushed open the door to Yan Zhao Sect, the three brothers were eating instant noodles together.
Three people, three bowls of noodles, a few sausages, and Red Bull. It was that simple.
The moment they said Zhao Ritian had stolen something, Zhao Ritian panicked on the spot, saying he was hungry, the instant noodles had been prepared in the guest room, and he had not stolen anything! If Divine Sword Villa could not bear to part with them, he would pay for the instant noodles himself.
How could Divine Sword Villa live that down? A guest ate instant noodles and you charged him for it?
In short, it was a complete mess.
After much difficulty, every side finally withdrew.
As soon as the group left, the Three Brothers carried out the red copper hotpot they had hidden in the inner room.
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