The exclamations around didn't have any effect on Mu Qingge, who was sitting in the center of the viewing stand with her legs crossed. It seemed like the Dragon Tooth Guards were meant to be this dashing.
She propped her cheek with her left hand, her right elbow resting on the chair's armrest, her thumb idly playing with the finger cover on her right index finger. No one noticed that a faint golden light continuously circled around the finger cover, seemingly nurturing something.
This habit, Mu Qingge had possessed for two years.
The people around her knew why she had such a habit. As for those who didn't know her well, even if they noticed this detail, they merely regarded it as her personal quirk.
Her gaze remained calm as she watched the four arenas.
On the other three arenas, after the Dragon Tooth Guards descended from their victorious assaults, the defenders from the other three families hastily climbed back up.
After the shock, the duel still had to continue.
