No one noticed that the Emperor's face on the city wall had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, not even the color of Chief Cui's face had turned green.
On the contrary, Ling Ruoyu felt a bit nervous, as her master had instructed her not to publicly claim this identity, fearing that others would shy away from provoking her because of Yue Hongling's reputation, thus missing out on worldly experiences. But now she had revealed her ultimate skill in the heat of the moment. What would happen to her future training, would her master scold her...
Feeling a lack of confidence, her grip weakened by thirty percent. A flash of blade came from the side, Ling Ruoyu managed to block it weakly with her sword, and she rolled awkwardly on the ground, about to lose.
At this time, Xia Chichi's voice rang out: "The incense stick is burnt out. Miss Ling is losing on the surface, but she lasted until time's up; how about we call it a draw?"
