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Beneath the dazzling gilded dome, the thirty-meter-square VIP Room 88 resembled the heart of a dragon.
Nine crystal swan chandeliers hung high overhead, each meticulously inlaid with moonstones from Tosk Province.
Soft, bright light poured down like flowing water, illuminating every inch of the VIP room and bringing every detail into sharp relief.
"Old Wang, you're breaking the rules!" A teasing voice abruptly rang out, its sound waves rippling through the air and making the ash in a crystal ashtray tremble.
Wang Wei tipped back his head and drained the remaining half of his Bing Huo in Two Heavens.
The liquor slid down his throat. As his Adam's apple bobbed, the ferocious bear-claw tattoo on his neck gleamed dark gold beneath the lights.
Thud! He slammed the drinking vessel onto the obsidian tabletop with a heavy crash.
Wang Wei's gaze flashed with authority as he looked at a lean, hale old man. "Old Song, what's all this bullshit about breaking rules? If you're going to talk shit, bring some evidence."
He wiped the lingering liquor from his bushy beard and waved a hand with rough abandon, raising his voice. "All you can say is that our academy has produced another genius."
Then he glanced sideways at Beilong Parker, who sat upright nearby. "Besides, Beilong himself hasn't said a word. Why are you barking your head off? You're certainly having fun swinging that dog leash around."
He followed that with a mocking grin. "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the Flame Black Dog, Sauron Academy's dean."
Good grief. Those two remarks had dragged two Soul Douluos into his insults. He truly had no restraint.
To be fair, when these high-rank Soul Masters chose to be cultured, they were elegant and eloquent,