After Yu Xuan and Ming Tianmei's intense match, a short break was announced — mostly for Ming Tianmei to recover.
But in truth, everyone needed it. Hearts were racing and gamblers were checking their pockets for losses.
Meanwhile, up in the pavilion reserved for elders, the true battle began — of pride.
While most Core Elders sat with perfect composure, a few familiar faces couldn't help themselves.
Yu Baishi, the Outer Hall Master, leaned back with the ease of a man who had already mentally drafted an insult. He stroked his long beard, a self-satisfied grin tugging at his lips.
"So…" he began, loud enough for the surrounding elders to hear. "Looks like the humble disciples from my Outer Hall are shining quite brightly today, don't you think?"
His pointed glance landed squarely on Inner Hall Master Yu Fanren and Core Elder Mo Jian.
The trio had once been close friends in their youth, even rivals.
They had turned down early offers to become Core Elders.
