Night fell like a light-footed painter, quietly unfurling spring's overture and washing the sky in a tranquil, fathomless blue-violet.
Inside the Ma Family residence, the lights shone as brightly as day. Their warm radiance fell across the faces of two prominent family members seated opposite each other, lending a little life to the still night.
"Damn, the Chen Clan really went all out with this move!" he said softly, his voice carrying both amazement and a barely discernible hint of amusement.
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A knowing smile curved the lips of Ma Zhibin, a handsome middle-aged man.
Anyone with eyes could see that the Chen Clan had joined hands with the Chang'an Great Houses to lay down the rules for the world. How many vast powers and organizations would they have to face because of it?
Even the Ma Family fell within that scope, though they certainly would not undermine the Chen Clan.
Barely had Ma Zhibin finished before he raised another question. "Fourth Uncle, how did our Great Soul Arena get involved, too?"
Seated across from him, Ma Rulong had a face as ruddy as a red date and a commanding air.
"The Chen Clan approached me a while ago. I figured that if this worked out and actual duels took place, it would give our Great Soul Arena a different kind of boost."
"It would also stimulate the betting business and the operation of the surrounding venues, stir up some excitement. So I agreed."
His words were plain and unadorned.
Ma Zhibin raised his wine cup. "Fourth Uncle, you really do think fast. No wonder you became the general manager of the Chang'an arena."
Ma Rulong lifted his cup and lightly clinked it against his. "Enough of that. Flattery won't get you anywhere."
Ma Zhibin chuckled, then began counting