But how was she supposed to hit someone in the face with a spatula when they possessed the same face as the brother who had literally ripped her soul across dimensions to save her?!
It was psychological warfare of the highest, cruellest order.
But the universe, clearly deciding that Lin Ji'an had not suffered nearly enough mental trauma for one evening, was not finished.
GONG!!
The herald struck the golden chime a second time, the sound echoing heavily over the hushed crowd.
"And now," the herald announced, his voice taking on a tone of profound, hushed reverence. "Emerging from the Hidden Cloud Pavilion, making her debut to the martial world..."
Every single man in the room, from the feral Beast Lord to the calculating Fox, straightened their posture.
The atmosphere shifted from tense rivalry to anticipation.
This was the moment.
The reveal of the ultimate prize.
"The daughter of the Sect Leader. Presenting... Princess Bai Liyue!"
