After the fourth round ended, the teams that had successfully advanced to the finals would have three days to rest.
Three days later, the fifth round-the final match of the Grand Finals-would be held in the square before the Papal Hall.
In a private room at a relatively out-of-the-way restaurant in Spirit City, two women who looked alike sat facing each other.
They were Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun.
Zhu Zhuqing gazed at Zhu Zhuyun across from her, her expression complicated.
She had not expected Zhu Zhuyun to ask to meet her at a time like this.
Still less had she expected that, as though moved by some mysterious impulse, she would actually come.
Yet, though they were sisters bound by blood, with only a table between them, it felt as though a bottomless chasm stretched across that distance.
After a long silence, Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke. "What do you want with me?"
Zhu Zhuyun sipped her wine unhurriedly, every movement carrying the elegance and nobility of a mature woman.
"Weisi and I intend to set off for home tomorrow," she said calmly.
Every team from the Star Luo Empire had been wiped out, so naturally, they were in no mood to stay and watch Heaven Dou or Spirit Hall take the championship.
They might as well return early. Out of sight, out of mind.
Zhu Zhuqing interrupted her. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Can't I see whether my own little sister is doing well?" Zhu Zhuyun asked softly.
It should have been a caring inquiry between sisters, but to Zhu Zhuqing, it sounded like a provocation.
Zhu Zhuqing's expression turned cold. She slammed a hand onto the table and leaned forward, the anger and resentment she had suppressed for so long bursting into flame. "Zhu Zhuyun, there's