How could Hong Ling possibly miss her young disciple's match? She had simply stayed hidden in the shadows the whole time.
No one knew she had quietly watched quite a show.
She had to marvel at how impressively Su Jiu had grown. Then she thought of her own young disciple and heaved a heavy sigh.
Thinking of the dark, skinny man from earlier, Hong Ling's eyes darkened. She quietly took out a small jar, and a tiny flying insect emerged from it.
She spent most of her time on Blazing Flame Peak and knew little about affairs in the Outer Gate. But what had just happened made her realize that rot seemed to have set in within it. The disciples spreading such vile rumors were particularly loathsome.
The little flying insect she had released was specifically meant for eavesdropping, and she could link her divine sense to it. She had originally intended to give it to her disciple after the tournament, but now she was the first to put it to use.
After winning her match, Su Mianmian came down from the platform and spotted Su Jiu in the crowd at once. She threw herself into Su Jiu's arms, brimming with joy.
Hidden in the shadows, Hong Ling quietly seethed with jealousy. Her young disciple had never hugged her like that.
Although Su Mianmian had won, she had nearly exhausted all the spiritual energy in her body. Su Jiu placed her fingers on Su Mianmian's pulse and only withdrew her hand once she was sure nothing was wrong.
"What happened over here just now?" During her fight, she had noticed what seemed to be an argument nearby. But she had had no time to spare any attention for it, so even though she had been close, she had no idea