"Master, over here!"
With Mister Jian's help, Your Highness Ming also slipped into the neighboring palace hall. The gloom she had shown in Teldrassil was gone, and she excitedly pointed toward the palace hall ahead. "It should be over there!"
Seeing her like this, Mister Jian shook his head with amusement. "Your Highness, don't let your fellow disciples see you looking like you're here to watch the drama. It'll cost you points."
"Heh, then let it cost me points." Your Highness Ming grinned. "You don't get to see this kind of excitement every day. The Bronze heir versus a descendant of the black dragon race—Master, who do you think will win?"
"Under normal circumstances, a mixed-blood black dragon shouldn't be able to defeat Kudlan." Mister Jian gave his honest assessment. "Even with a purer bloodline, it would still be difficult. Kudlan's talent is extraordinary, and his bloodline is infinitely close to that of the First Generation Bronze Emperor. Back then, during an exchange with the First Prince of Teldrassil, he couldn't even withstand a single move from Kudlan!"
"That happened?" Your Highness Ming was stunned. "How come I've never heard about it?"
"Not many people witnessed it at the time." Mister Jian smiled. "We old fellows aren't the sort to gossip. Besides, you never heard it from me, did you?"
"Master, you actually kept such juicy gossip from me? That's a little unfair." A trace of excitement flashed through Your Highness Ming's crimson eyes.
"What? Want to fight him?" Mister Jian glanced at her. "You'd better prepare yourself mentally. You really might not be able to beat that fellow."
"We'll know whether I can beat him after I fight him." Your Highness Ming smiled. "I've improved quite a bit over the past few days!"
Mister Jian smiled faintly but did