"I was helping you sharpen your eye," Jiang Shouzhuo said with a perfectly straight face. "Look, didn't you spot it? That proves your Insight Dao Art has improved tremendously. Congratulations, congratulations!"
"I-you!"
True Person Xuanwei was so furious that his beard bristled wildly. His chest heaved, making his Supreme Ultimate Dao Robe shake nonstop.
Xia Zhan watched them from the side, speechless.
Mystery solved. He had wondered how he could possibly lose eighteen rounds straight, even if he was deliberately playing dumb. It turned out this old bastard had been stealing tiles all along!
Feng Ci remained leaning by the window. Watching the scene, she could not help letting out a soft laugh.
At the tile table, Jiang Shouzhuo and True Person Xuanwei stared daggers at each other. The atmosphere was all drawn swords and bent bows, as though a full-blown brawl might erupt the next instant.
Sword Venerable Azure Sky silently lifted a teacup and took a sip, his tone indifferent. "Go ahead and fight. It'll add a little entertainment to these boring days."
Xia Zhan said, "...You big shots really do have nerves of steel."
Feng Ci shook her head with a soft laugh and looked out the window again.
While everything on their side was "warm and harmonious," the guests with weaker foundations had no such composure.
Many paced frantically inside the barrier like ants on a hot pan, restless and agitated. Every so often, they raised their heads and looked anxiously toward the Divine Palace, terrified that some earth-shaking conspiracy was brewing there and would reduce them all to scattered cannon fodder.
They gathered together and discussed countermeasures in hushed voices, sweat beading at their temples.
"How much longer are they going to keep us locked up? There's a mountain of business waiting for me back