Who had ever seen an Intent Sword?
Something out of legend, high above the clouds, now rested in Young Master Shang's hand.
In this atmosphere, silence belonged to everyone closely connected to Jade Feather.
Up on the platform, Sui Zaihua's position was perfectly clear-Shang Huaitong had accomplished this sword strike, so of course he would recruit him. Everything else would have to be resolved through other procedures.
Li Weiru, however, had yet to lose his smile-before today, he had kept reassuring the young girl, taking this matter in stride. It was not that he always had to display his composure before others, but that he was an old man with barely two years left to live.
And, as it happened, a Grandmaster as well.
Only a close look revealed that the old man, always smiling so kindly, actually had a pair of very sharp eyebrows.
Now he raised his tea and drank, smiling as he watched that figure descend from the arena.
Gu Yunfu, meanwhile, had truly lowered his face. The astonishment this man had brought him was certainly no laughing matter. Even now, the name "Shang Huaitong" had overtaken "Pei Ye" in his mind-or at least stood alongside it.
Farther down in the stands, Zhang Dingyun's expression darkened. He clasped his hands together without a word.
But Fang Jidao still had no idea how to comfort him, and even if he had known, he no longer had the attention to spare.
Because the woman beside him had also gone rigid.
He turned toward her. There was actually little expression on her face, and she seemed much more composed than the chubby boy. But Fang Jidao knew the difference between "calm" and "expressionless" on this face. He lowered his eyes and, sure enough, saw that the fingers clutching her skirt