The Junior Disciple scratched their head, feeling as though someone had been hinting at something.
But on closer thought, it made sense. If anyone other than Su Jiu had been on the platform today, they might well have become Ming Yun's stepping stone.
Not everyone had a mighty sect backing them, after all, nor did everyone possess a pair of eyes that could see through everything.
The Talisman Competition had finally drawn to a close.
Some rejoiced, while others grieved.
The one rejoicing, however, was not Su Jiu, but Su Mianmian.
Like a little sparrow, she clung to Su Jiu's arm and chirped away. "You have no idea how sour those Heavenly Dawn Sect disciples who were bragging earlier looked when their elder announced you'd taken first place!
"They were so smug before, like petty villains tasting success, but you still slapped their faces swollen in the end!
"Seeing their faces caught between green and yellow made me feel so good! It was even more satisfying than beating them up myself!"
Su Jiu's lips twitched slightly. "Who taught you your idioms? Is that how you're supposed to use 'a gap between the old harvest and the new'?"
As she spoke, Su Jiu turned her gaze toward Jin Chen.
Jin Chen's eyes instantly widened like bronze bells. "Don't accuse me like that! I didn't teach her those idioms." He then gave Su Mianmian a helpless look. "And beating them up? Look at that little frame of yours. You're at Foundation Establishment, and you want to beat up Golden Core Stage cultivators?"
Su Mianmian bared her teeth, planted both hands on her hips, and said indignantly, "Why do you have to spoil the mood? Do you understand figures of speech? It was just a figure of speech!"
Jin Chen spread his hands