The little one's eyes practically shone...
Her eyes went wide, and then she excitedly held the Spirit Controlling Bone Flute in her hands.
"Aha, Daddy, did you see... what I won."
"Hahaha..." Ling Yun just smiled and said nothing, as long as his daughter was happy.
Zhang Zijie glared furiously, pointing at Steward Chen as he said, "I knew it, you two are in this together. Giving out the Spirit Controlling Bone Flute as a prize was never fair."
Steward Chen's brow furrowed, and he slapped out with his palm. Zhang Zijie was sent flying straight through the air, landing heavily on the stage with even his front teeth knocked clean out.
By this time, the reinforcements called by Zhang Zijie had also arrived, accompanied by two elders from the Beast Taming Sect, followed by a crowd of gossip-mongers looking to watch the spectacle.
Zhang Long, Zhang Zijie's third uncle, looked at Zhang Zijie's miserable state, his face gloomy as he said, "Steward Chen, are you trying to provoke our Zhang family?"
Steward Chen let out a direct cold huff, turning his head away and simply refusing to speak.
"I've been hearing about this. Which family's beast won first place just now? I'd like to see what kind of tricks it has," Zhang Long said.
Steward Chen spat. "Zhang Long, this is none of your business. Carry your family's blind-eyed piece of trash away, and don't ever come to the Colosseum again. Damn it, you lot just can't afford to lose."
At those words, Zhang Long grew somewhat startled. Steward Chen had always given their Zhang family plenty of face—what wrong medicine had he taken today?!
Yet this remark left the two nearby Beast Taming Sect elders extremely displeased, both of them holding higher positions and greater strength than Steward