As silent as death!
The venue was deathly still. Everyone instinctively held their breath, waiting to see what would happen. The reporters were so excited they nearly fainted. They all knew a colossal news story was about to break. No, it had already broken! The Elite Tournament had barely begun when an unexpected incident occurred, and Jia Yingxia had intervened in person. That alone was sensational enough.
Yet things seemed far from that simple. These professionals, with their keen noses for a story, quickly spotted something unusual. If Chen Mu was merely causing trouble, there was no reason for Jia Yingxia to step in herself. Over the years, she had never stepped into the spotlight. She had always remained behind layers of curtains, leaving everything onstage to her most prized student, Bai Yue.
But this time, she had come out herself, bringing Bai Yue with her!
And accompanying them was Cang Lan, ranked second on the Black Line Star Ranking! Jia Yingxia, Bai Yue, Cang Lan-wherever such a lineup appeared, it was enough to set hearts pounding and minds reeling.
The other four, however, were complete strangers to the crowd. Chen Mu and Qingqing were contestants, while the others were a strange, ugly woman and a cold, expressionless man. People knew nothing about them.
Silence. A standoff! The air was suffocatingly heavy, the situation a clash of drawn swords and taut bows. An invisible string tightened steadily in everyone's heart.
The seven remained locked in place. Three minutes passed, and nothing seemed to change. Jia Yingxia was furious inside, but her expression remained composed. "Has Frostmoon Cold Isle failed to show you proper hospitality? Is that why you are all so dissatisfied?" Qingqing's unusual behavior had put her on guard and prompted her to come out herself.
No one answered