"I can't believe we got carried away talking for so long. My fault."
Master Kong gave a soft sigh. "I wonder whether Grandmaster Ye's prized student is ready. Will he still need to ask his teacher for help like last time?"
"Once a student has graduated, he must learn to handle things himself. If he can't assess the situation and goes looking for death, even his teacher probably can't save him."
Ye Xian seemed regretful as she sighed. "I suppose all he can do is pray for his own luck."
After the two politely bade each other farewell, the smiles vanished from their faces the moment they turned away, leaving only benevolent warmth when they looked at their students.
Friendship first, competition second.
You won't let your teacher down, will you?
If you can't kill him, then don't blame your teacher for killing you instead!
In that fleeting exchange of glances, no further words were needed. At either end, when the two masters glanced back at one another again, a crisp sound burst forth from the void.
The originally cramped lounge abruptly swelled and expanded.
A thread of pale color dripped from Kong Qingyan's fingertips, then surged and spread like a sea tide. In an instant, it formed a space that seemed boundless.
Immediately afterward, the phantom of a Giant Whale rose from Ye Xian's thermos, circling the void. In an instant, it stabilized the somewhat fragile empty space, erecting pillars and securing its framework.
Amid the endless pallor, rippling glimmers lingered across the sky, illuminating the numb faces of the two dueling Artisans.
Ji Jue and Lou Feng both sighed.
Finally...
Finally, they could fight!
The pressure had been unbearable. If this torture continued any longer, they might as well slit their own throats and put on a show