Ning Rongrong huffed, turned away, and refused to look at Tang Tian again.
She left everyone in the box facing the back of her sulky head.
But inwardly, she made a note of the jade pendant.
Tang Tian, just you wait! In all my life, I've never swallowed a loss like this!
She secretly gnashed her teeth.
Qian Renxue held the jade pendant, unable to calm herself for a long time.
Beneath her loose sleeve, one hand tightly gripped the jade pendant, which still retained a little gentle warmth.
The jade was of excellent quality, warm to the touch.
Without betraying anything, she slipped her hand inside her robes and tucked the jade pendant close against her body.
In that hidden spot, it lay quietly beside the Angel's Sword, the symbol of Spirit Hall's supreme authority.
Ning Fengzhi leisurely sipped his tea, his gaze sweeping over the three young people.
Measured in advance and retreat, neither servile nor arrogant, and even versed in Borrowing Force to Counter Force. Tang Tian, oh, Tang Tian, just how far will your future take you?
He was very curious.
The matches ended.
The spectators dispersed, still hungry for more.
Tang Tian stood up, ready to leave.
A clear yet somewhat awkward voice suddenly rang out behind him:
"Hey, Tang Tian! Stop right there!"
Tang Tian looked back. "Hmm?"
Ning Rongrong bit her lip and said quietly:
"Well, I admit it. You really are impressive. You guessed all three matches right. I concede."
Tang Tian smiled.
"Got it."
Seeing Tang Tian's breezy composure, Ning Rongrong's competitive spirit, which she had just suppressed, instantly flared up again.
Her cheeks grew redder, and she abruptly raised her head, adding like a kitten with its fur bristling:
"Y-you stop looking so smug!"
"I was careless this