Chen Qiu's lower neighbor was the one left dumbfounded this time.
His expression shifted between pale and red as he stood frozen in place. His lips trembled slightly, yet he could not utter a word for a long while. Chen Qiu had laid his cards on the table. Those five traits were displayed right there, and that panel shrouded in mist had been formed by the Heavenly Dao.
No matter how precise one's control over spiritual energy was, it was impossible to conjure such a panel out of thin air.
At most, one could arrange words in the air, but not create that mist-wreathed panel.
It was genuine and beyond doubt.
And now the problem had been handed to him. Questioning it was clearly impossible, so he could only grit his teeth and raise it again. Yet Chen Qiu's upper neighbor, seated beside them, had long since become unable to contain his excitement and roared, "Who the hell are you trying to fool?!"
"Bang."
The lower neighbor was eliminated. Only two people remained on the arena.
"Huff."
Chen Qiu let out a relaxed breath. He idly played with the jade fan in his hand without saying much. He could only say that he had gotten somewhat lucky. If his lower neighbor had been more serious, or had had a few dozen breaths to think, he should have easily noticed that Chen Qiu's provocative tone when displaying his trait panel did not quite match his usual persona.
From the moment he had sat down here, he had remained exceptionally calm.
For him to suddenly reveal his cards and provoke someone was far too abnormal.
And where there was abnormality, there was bound to be something sinister.
"Only the two of us are left."
Chen Qiu's upper neighbor stared at him coldly