"Hm?!"
A low murmur of disbelief escaped Prince Qinghe's throat. The wolf-hair brush in his hand paused for a moment.
He lifted his gaze to the old steward bowing before him, his expression a mask of confusion.
"Zhong Ming won? How did he win?"
"There were at least ten True Disciples from the Major Sects, weren't there? One against ten… even if they came at him one by one, he should have had no chance of winning."
Sensing the astonishment in the Prince's tone, the old steward quickly replied, "Your Highness, the True Disciples from the other Major Sects have yet to make a move. Zhong Ming has only defeated a single person: Lin Kong of the Void Moon Sect."
"Oh?" At this, Prince Qinghe raised an eyebrow, his suspicion growing. But in a flash, he seemed to realize something. Instead of becoming angry, he began to tap his fingers lightly on the desk. "Something must have happened, then?" he asked, his tone placid.
