The next day.
Tang San's voice rang out from outside the door.
"Xun, are you up? We're heading to the arena."
Inside, Li Xun answered Tang San's call and got out of bed.
Because of the girls, Li Xun had been kept busy until midnight before finally going to sleep. In the end, he still hadn't given them a definite answer.
Ning Rongrong and the others understood, too. Since Li Xun and Qian Renxue had already spent eight years together, their chances of truly reaching his heart and claiming a place there all to themselves were vanishingly small.
After wrestling with their feelings, they had all settled for less. They no longer insisted on an official relationship or his exclusive affection. Simply being able to stay peacefully by his side, sharing his days and nights, would be enough.
The thought of this tender tangle, impossible to cut apart and only growing messier with every attempt to unravel it, gave Li Xun a slight headache.
He collected himself, quickly dressed, and pushed open the door.
Outside, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Shui Bing'er were all present, fully prepared to head to the arena.
"Xun, everyone's here. Let's go."
Li Xun looked up at them and nodded. "All right. Let's go."
To host the finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, Spirit Hall had specially created a dedicated arena of unprecedented grandeur in the center of Spirit City.
The massive platform, a hundred meters in diameter, had been constructed entirely from solid blocks of hard granite, forming one sturdy, imposing whole. Beneath its surface, countless high-grade stabilizing Soul Tools were densely embedded, their overlapping layers weaving a firm barrier that locked the entire platform securely in place.
According to Spirit