Wang Yu flew back to the stone platform. Yin Linglong gave him a rather strange look, then suddenly asked:
"Husband, you certainly know how to cherish a delicate beauty. Did Madam Xu say something to you? Is she very pretty?"
"Linglong, you must be joking. Since Madam Xu had no intention of fighting, I was naturally happy to conserve my Dharma Power and prepare for the next two matches," Wang Yu replied with a light cough, his expression unchanged.
"Hmph, you had better keep your distance from Madam Xu. Even I've heard something of her amorous reputation. Quite a few men have been guests behind her bed curtains." Yin Linglong cast him a sidelong glance and gave a soft snort through her delicate nose.
Wang Yu smiled wryly, unable to offer any further explanation.
The two elders of the Yin Household beside them stood perfectly straight, their eyes fixed ahead, looking as though they could hear nothing at all.
The sixth match...
The seventh match...
The eighth match.
This time, the contestant was a young man in his thirties wearing a brocade robe and carrying a yellow Wooden Zither.
Wang Yu could not help looking somewhat interested.
After all, the man had not used this Magical Artifact in his previous two matches. He had clearly switched artifacts specifically to deal with the woman skilled in the Shadow Secret Art.
Sure enough, when the brocade-robed young man saw that the space opposite him was empty, he set the Wooden Zither on the ground before him. Once Liu Ming called out, "Begin the match!" from above, he immediately worked all ten fingers, plucking at the zither from a distance.
Ting, ting, dong, dong.
A stream of pleasing notes drifted from the Wooden Zither, floating through the entire Martial Arts Arena.
The sight