How could this brat from Jiuhuai Prefecture be so loose-lipped?
Didn't he know Jiang Jingnian of the Mountain Cloud School was watching from the stands?
Yu Changfeng was beaten yesterday afternoon, then murdered in the middle of the night...
Below the platform, Yi Yue, the Grandmaster overseeing the match, felt bitterness in his mouth.
Although his sect followed the Falling Blossom Pavilion, this newly ascended Grandmaster from Dongjiang Prefecture was outrageously young and had a tremendous temper.
A temper that knew no bounds.
Even a holy land Grandmaster like Yu Changfeng had been chased down and beaten, let alone him.
If Jiang Jingnian went berserk on the spot, any reckoning would only come afterward.
Fortunately, that faint shift in his aura lasted only an instant before vanishing like smoke.
Yi Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bracket B, match three: Liu Qingzhi of the Mountain Cloud School against Song Xun of Hidden Artifact Cliff. Begin!"
Heads crowded the spectator stands.
Although a secret treasure kept the hall at a constant temperature and it was relatively well ventilated, faint traces of tobacco smoke still mingled with all manner of scented powders.
Everyone watched the platform with rapt attention.
"They're starting! They're starting!"
"A single sword's gleam chills the air! Liu Qingzhi truly deserves to be called a prodigy of our Dongjiang Prefecture!"
"Sure, these two days' matches were decided by drawing lots several days ago, but Liu Qingzhi's fighting back-to-back. She probably hasn't even had time to recover. Could there be something...?"
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense!"
Many spectators' eyes lit up at the snowflakes drifting over the platform, followed by another wave of whispered conversations.
The truth was.
For most spectators.
When Half-Step Grandmasters fought, they could only see things clearly during occasional pauses. Most of the time,