The three started conversing, the voice of the announcer who was explaining in great detail as to what importance of the whole tournament is, became a background noise to the remaining contestants. Zhi Ruo in particular, took this opportunity to heal herself, soon, Zhōngguó was back into her hands as she pumped her MP into the weapon.Ravel spared a glance at the weapon on Zhi Ruo's lap, but maintained his smile nonetheless, looking like he saw something but pretended to see nothing. Alberu looked at the butler who sported a half smile , long and hard. Before dropping the topic of buying the servant from Zhi Ruo. He had a feeling that his efforts would be futile attempts if he pressed on any further.Alberu's instincts and his well placed decision was correct, and he couldn't have been more right. It really would have been futile attempt on his part. Soon after a round of congratulations, and banter, mostly thrown unto Zhi Ruo. The three quieted down, Yu Zhúlín and Alberu ate the foo

The staff beckoned Alberu and Yu Zhúlín from the entrance of the podium with his hand, Yu Zhúlín and Alberu stood up obediently in swift movements. Zhi Ruo took her time to look at the expression of the two. Rather, she was looking at the expression of Yu Zhúlín. The girl's head tilted to the side seeing the blank, but confident look on his face.Zhi Ruo and already have a feeling as to who she was about to fight, and who was about to lose on this fight. She just hopes that her intuition was wrong on this one. It would be a shame if she was right.However, the situation was playing to their favor on this one. The Ye clan have two contestants contending on winning this tournament. This hasn't happened in more than a decade ago. Actually, the Ye clan winning the tournament hasn't happened in more than a millennia.How would Zhi Ruo know this without communicating with the other Ye clan members? It was because Ravel was already mumbling off facts beside her the moment Alberu and Yu Zhúlí

The one with the most complicated feelings right now, would have been Yuan Chuanli. But the boy didn't show any outward expression, but only a furrow of his brows. But even that eventually disappeared. His expression was not fit for a boy his age— domineering, and elegant. Ye Gu Shi could not help but sigh when he saw the expression on the boy's face. The patriarch revealed a smile, his hand reaching to pat the chair of Yuan Chuanli. This garnered Yuan Chuanli's attention, however he did not utter a word when he saw Ye Gu Shi's smile.Yuan Chuanli did not know what to feel. But there was a sense of bitterness that was welling up on the pit of his stomach, when he saw the doting look Ye Gu Shi had when looking upon Zhi Ruo. The bitterness only grew when he recalled the fight that Zhi Ruo put up.And even from the meager information he gathered, he could tell that Zhi Ruo was nothing special. But this 'nothing special' girl managed to get his spot as easily as she breathed. Yuan Chuanl

"I've never seen such thing on top of a tongue before." The old mans in the room chattered amongst themselves, impressed by Yu Zhúlín's intuitiveness. "I have truly lived long enough." The old man sighed to himself, and a bunch echoed his words silently.Yuan Chuanli however hummed to himself listening to the chatter around him. He turned to the Patriarch beside. "Is it truly as rare as they say it to be?" He asked, he looked for a confirmation. But received a chuckle from Ye Gu Shi instead."In the outside world; outside the Ye clan territories. The rune masters live in seclusion, and when they truly want to use their mastery. They usually inscribed it unto the skin or to weapons." The patriarch started, he stroked his beard. "You saw how some people have markings on their arms right? Looking like a bunch of tattoos."Yuan Chuanli nodded, he did notice some cultivators occasionally have those up their arms or back. "Those people probably sought help from rune masters. Very rarely wou

Ravel burst into the room, his hand under tucked inside his sleeves, he had this impenetrable smile on his face that was odd in a room full of panicked expression. His entrance was grand, however nobody even had the time to look at his direction. Because a pool of blood was already staining, the floor, so much that it was a very gory sight to see. It was hard to believe that all these blood came from one person only, and it was the dead— but not dead 'yet' person on the table that the medics were trying to save by trying to close the wounds that was far too many to count.Ravel observed the situation, his amusement reached its peak when he saw that nobody was looking at his direction despite his grand entrance. He walked towards the clamouring medics, and shoved one or two out of the way. Despite the curses that was thrown at his way, it could not stop the curious gazes that was shot at the butler's back.Ravel leaned in unto Yu Zhúlín's face after shoving the head medic out of the