"Zhao Lin wins."
The great hall fell utterly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Only Hu Xuancheng's voice echoed within.
Hu Xuancheng sighed inwardly. 'I thought Miao Tianfeng and Lv Zhenglong from the inner institute were already peerless geniuses, the likes of which I'd only see once in my life,' he thought. 'I never expected... another one would appear!'
The Water Mirror Elder stroked his beard, the corners of his mouth lifting as he shot a sideways glance at Elder Huoyu.
Elder Huoyu lowered his eyes in thought, his gaze fixed on a point in the empty air, his thoughts unreadable.
The Gold Stone Elder spoke up. "Since Zhao Lin has won two consecutive matches, he is now a disciple of the Wuxiang Institute."
Zhao Lin bowed. "Thank you, Elder."
"Zhao Lin, did your master, Zhu Huaishan, come as well?" the Gold Stone Elder asked, his lips barely moving as he spoke in an extremely low voice.
