Several young men in black suits, their expressions cold, had gathered in another private cabin on the second deck of the Blue Wave.
At the dining table before them, an elegant boy with medium-length purple hair was intently savoring the food in front of him.
A black bracelet encircled his right wrist. The round gemstone set in its center shimmered with a faint, misty aura.
The others stood solemnly to one side without a word, patiently waiting for the boy to put down his knife and fork and wipe the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief.
A long while passed...
"So, the item is already in Shiyan Yong and Cynthia's hands?"
The boy leaned back in his chair, gazing calmly at the ceiling, though a trace of concealed excitement lay beneath his slightly hoarse voice.
One of the black-suited young men hurriedly nodded and said with his head lowered,
"Yes, Young Master Ryuusei! I saw that fellow Harman put it beside those two with my own eyes!"
"Ah..."
The boy gave a mild reply.
"So you simply came back?"
"Ah... I..."
Seeing that Black Yi Ryuusei had turned his gaze on him at some point, the young man felt a sudden chill surge through his heart. His legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees.
"Young Master! I... I came back to report as soon as I learned this! They... they're both Champions..."
Black Yi Ryuusei smiled faintly, but his pale red eyes were ice-cold.
"Are you saying I'm inferior to Shiyan Yong and Cynthia?"
"N-no, that's not..."
Before the young man could finish, however, black energy suddenly rose from beneath his feet and instantly spread over his entire body, cutting off his words.
The others stood silently, not daring to move as the black mist churned