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Dusk spread like ink, slowly staining the vast Arena.
Lian Changzhi stood quietly within it, his blue robe hanging loose and his hands resting at his sides. He resembled an ancient pine beside a freezing pool, weathered by the years, silent and steady.
Deathly silence reigned all around, without so much as a crow's cry. A suffocating atmosphere of stalemate hung in the air.
Yue Qiansong was equally furious, but as the host, he did not want the situation to spiral out of control and implicate the Lian Family.
Normally, Yin Duruo would have been the most suitable person to mediate, but he represented both the final verdict and the official position.
For now, it would be safer for Yue Qiansong to step forward and negotiate first.
Forcing a measure of warmth into his voice, Yue Qiansong said, "Brother Xia, please judge this fairly. Lian Changzhi was so worried about his grandson that he momentarily lost his composure."
"The child's fate is still uncertain. An old man losing control and doing something excessive is understandable. I hope you can reluctantly find it in yourself to show him some consideration, Brother Xia."
Xia Yun glanced at Yue Qiansong. Reluctantly, indeed. What a clever double meaning.
In his palm, Crimson Cherry Blossom instantly condensed into a slender, three-foot blade. Amid shifting flower shadows, its edge gleamed like lightning, pointing straight at Lian Changzhi.
The shadows of whirling petals cast flickering light and darkness across his deathly pale face.
Seeing this, Wang Wei stepped forward, and the phantom of an earth bear behind him threw back its head and roared.
His voice thundered, "Excessive? Who knows how many students' paths as Soul Masters his Canghui Academy has ruined over the years! Now that trouble has struck