Ning Fengzhi, seated in the stands, was instantly enlightened upon hearing Bibi Dong's explanation.
He finally understood why Tang Hao had come to meet him on the night before the finals.
Although Sword Douluo beside him had likewise failed to see through the girl's disguise, Bibi Dong's current certainty, coupled with Tang Hao's strange plan to cause chaos amid the confusion, completed the logical chain.
"Ah, so that's how it is..." A helpless gleam flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes as he murmured, "What a pity. Such a peerless treasure was ultimately fated to have nothing to do with my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
On the arena, Tang San, who was shielding Xiao Wu tightly behind him, darkened his gaze and quickly turned to Qian Renxue beside him. "Miss Xue Qian, this is a private grudge between my Tang Sect and Spirit Hall. If the Heaven Dou Imperial Family is dragged into this, the situation will only become more complicated. It's dangerous here. Please return to His Highness the Crown Prince's side immediately!"
Qian Renxue opened her mouth, originally intending to probe further.
Suddenly, she felt her waist tighten. An exceptionally gentle yet unyielding Blue Silver Grass vine quietly wrapped around her and directly sent her steadily into the safe area below the arena.
"Miss Xue Qian, I appreciate your kindness. But the Tang Sect will handle this matter ourselves."
A warm, calm voice rose, one that somehow soothed the heart.
Then, Jiang Li's tall, pine-straight figure silently appeared at the very front of the arena as though taking a leisurely stroll, directly facing the murderous Bibi Dong atop the platform.
At the same time, Yang Wudi and Dugu Bo arrived at Jiang Li's side, standing ready.
Protected behind them, Xiao Wu stared fixedly at Bibi Dong on the platform.