In the stands, Ma Xiaotao bowed to Xian Lin'er, Yan Shaozhe, and Xuan Zi. "Dean Yan, Dean Xian, Elder Xuan, I'll take my leave."
Yan Shaozhe smiled faintly and nodded, his voice gentle. "Go on, Xiaotao. We all know about you and Tian Chen. He's a good boy. Treat each other well."
Ma Xiaotao nodded and flew toward Tian Chen.
Her figure gradually disappeared into the distance, while the atmosphere between Xian Lin'er and Yan Shaozhe in the stands instantly grew tense.
They exchanged a glance, neither willing to concede, their eyes concealing a clash of soul power.
The air around them seemed to freeze as an invisible pressure spread.
Seeing this, Xuan Zi first took a sip of wine, then set his gourd on the table and released a surge of soul power, breaking up their clash.
"Enough!" he said. "If you two have something to discuss, discuss it. Stop secretly competing here. Solve whatever problem you have directly. A clash of soul power won't solve anything!"
At Xuan Zi's words, Xian Lin'er and Yan Shaozhe bowed slightly to him. Neither relaxed their gaze, though their clash of soul power subsided a little.
Yan Shaozhe spoke first. "Lin'er, I..."
Before he could finish, Xian Lin'er raised her hand and cut him off.
"Yan Shaozhe, spare me your usual spiel. I'm telling you, it won't work. If you think I'll let him go, keep dreaming!"
Yan Shaozhe's expression darkened slightly, and a trace of seriousness entered his eyes. "Lin'er, you're being far too unreasonable. We've discussed Tian Chen's situation many times already. I did agree to his request before, but no one expected him to be this exceptional! I think we need to give his transfer some serious reconsideration."
A flicker of disdain crossed Xian Lin'er's eyes, and her voice