The previous uncertainties are nothing compared to the current reality before their eyes. Seeing the final showdown seemingly balanced, with genuine hope of seizing victory, Shi Chun's group is even more tense than Tong Mingshan himself.
Halfway up the mountain, Young Master Nan's gesture of stroking his small mustache froze, unknowingly grazing the wrong place, as his finger slipped into his slack jawed mouth, turning mustache stroking into tooth picking, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the contest.
He originally placed a bet on Mingshan Sect winning to show those aristocrats his confidence in Shi Chun's group entering the Divine Fire Domain. He felt a bit nervous—could it really be that he had blindly bet on the winner?
On the mountaintop, Mulan Jin also wore a face full of surprise, closely watching as she awaited the final moment to arrive.
