"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Wang Chongqing stumbled down the steps, pointing a trembling finger at the two of them as he roared, "You played me!"
Violet said in her cool voice, "Lord Wang, I don't like the sound of that. We all know perfectly well, so why make yourself out to be so wronged? Didn't you rush over here for this chair? We're being generous and letting you sit in it first. We promise not to stop you."
The mockery left Wang Chongqing choking, his face turning red and then livid. He opened his mouth, but ultimately could not force out a word.
The commotion outside the hall gradually died down. Wang Chongqing said, "You two, I, Wang Chongqing, admit defeat this time. I took the gamble, and I'll accept the loss. I'll take my leave."
He was about to leave when Ouyang Long, who had been smiling all along, suddenly changed his expression. He stared coldly at Wang Chongqing. "Lord Wang, haven't you misunderstood something? Since you've lost, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
As if answering his words, the two Transcendent Masters who had been standing behind Violet and Ouyang Long suddenly blocked Wang Chongqing's path, their sharp gazes filled with murderous intent.
Wang Chongqing started. He suddenly realized that, possessed by some madness, he had charged into the hall alone. He had not even noticed when the Transcendent Master he had brought disappeared.
He turned to the two of them and immediately backed down. "Lord Ouyang, we've been old friends for over a decade. There's no need to go this far, is there? Leave a little room in everything you do, and we can meet again on good terms. Wouldn't you agree, Lord Ouyang?"
Ouyang Long pressed his lips together without speaking. Wang Chongqing