"The Seventh Peak won, but Xu Taiping didn't act. It was their eldest senior sister, Jiang Zhi, who withstood the pain of soul weeping brought on by 6,000 jin of ship-ballast iron and succeeded in the Suspended Iron Inscription."
As Huang Que spoke, he handed the jade slip to Liu Chuxuan.
"Wonderful, wonderful."
Liu Chuxuan let out a long sigh of relief at the news.
The Seventh Peak's victory in this round meant they still had a chance to take first place and challenge the sect master to a Sword Inquiry.
Had they lost, even the possibility of a Sword Inquiry would have been gone, and the unrest in Qingxuan would inevitably have erupted ahead of time.
When that happened, no one could predict whether Xu Taiping would live or die.
"But that Jiang Zhi of the Seventh Peak actually managed to suspend 6,000 jin of iron. With talent like hers, she should have been famous throughout the Nine Prefectures long ago."
After reading the account on the jade slip, Liu Chuxuan murmured in some puzzlement.
"I heard Qingxiao say that this eldest senior sister of the Seventh Peak originally had talent no less than his. Unfortunately, she was injured during a sect trial and never fully recovered. From then on, she faded into the crowd."
Huang Que sighed.
"If I'm not mistaken, this was probably that fellow Zhou Tong's doing again, wasn't it?"
Liu Chuxuan gave a cold laugh.
"It was most likely him."
Huang Que nodded.
"What exactly is Zhou Tong trying to do? Is he merely afraid of someone threatening his position as sect master?"
Liu Chuxuan muttered to himself with a frown.
"How many days until the final round?"
He then raised his head and asked Huang Que.
"Five days."
Huang Que counted, then answered.
"Five