In the spectator stands, Helian Yunyun sat with effortless poise.
At this moment, she carried herself with a truly regal air, watching the battle on the Martial Practice Platform in silence.
In truth, she was digging her nails into herself as hard as she could, just to keep from leaping up to cheer and applaud. After all, her mother—the great Empress of Mu Kingdom—had already manifested here.
How she pursued Zhao Rucheng in private was her own business.
But if she shamelessly fawned over him in front of the whole world...
The apple of her parents' eye might well become a mud pellet beneath their feet.
So she remained dignified, sitting perfectly still, unmoved by the Eight Winds.
Seated beside her was a... nun, with a bamboo hat on her head and a black veil hanging down.
Her coarse, ink-black hemp robe was so loose that it concealed her figure.
Yesterday, Helian Yunyun had sat alone with perfect poise, so this heavily veiled black-robed nun had only arrived today.
She had not spoken once since the event began. Only when she saw Deng Qi's sword finger did she ask, with some surprise, "Your Mu Kingdom has a killing technique with such profound Buddhist resonance?"
Her surprise was only natural.
A divine nation like Mu Kingdom was fiercely intolerant of foreign transcendent powers.
Even the Confucian School could not establish an Academy in Mu Kingdom, much less the Buddhist School, with its equally strong religious significance.
"My Great Mu Empire is vast and rich, with countless experts and prodigies raining down like showers. What kind of killing technique wouldn't we have?"
Helian Yunyun waved a hand with an impassive expression. "There's nothing strange about it."
Across from them, Chen Siwu of Song Kingdom also furrowed his brow.
Any prodigy capable of