Of course Feng Chi knew what this meant. Those above were reminding her that Shi Chun's relationship with Lan Qiaoyan's family truly was unusual. Otherwise, they would not have paid it so much attention.
All of that could wait. The pressing problem was what to do next about the Saintess.
Meanwhile, the image in the mirror finally switched to someone else.
"Did you notice how long that last scene lasted?"
Only after the image ended did many people think of this. Discussions broke out across the Tournament Grounds, but no one knew what was going on.
More people were asking who that saber-wielding killer was. He had looked like a sickly invalid before, yet he had turned out to be so fierce. Unfortunately, very few knew.
Miao Dingyi suddenly rose from his seat in the stands as well and called to his wife and daughter, "Let's go."
After what Young Master Nan had done, he was no longer in the mood to stay. Lan Qiaoyan and Miao Yilan obediently stood.
The family of three said goodbye to Young Master Nan and left, leaving him sighing miserably, feeling as though his roof had sprung a leak just as the rain began pouring all night.
The smell of blood filled the gorge.
After staring silently at Shi Chun for a long while, the leader of the armored soldiers recalled the competition rules and finally suppressed the discontent stirring in his heart. "Strictly speaking, I shouldn't interfere in your competition, but I still want to ask: did you have to go so far?"
Killing those people supposedly to save the soldiers another trip-such a lofty hat was far too big for their heads. They refused to wear it.
"It wasn't me who went too far. It was them," Shi Chun said. "You only