The conversation between Young Master Shuangming and the Iron Masked Man was brief; once the instructions were given, silence returned to the hall.
"Gatekeeper to the Eternal Ancient World, Colonel Wang... I am truly sincere, but this threshold is somewhat irksome."
With a sigh, Shuangming thought for a moment, then drew a line in the air with his hand, causing another light curtain to appear.
This time, a cloaked figure appeared solemnly within the light curtain.
"Young Master Shuangming," a deep voice said.
"Continue the game, regardless of winning or losing, hasten the progress of the competition."
"Yes."
The higher you stand, the harder the fall.
When you ascend to the clouds and are suddenly cast into the dirt, what would your reaction be?
Thinking about it carefully, it is indeed quite something to look forward to.
With this thought, Shuangming chuckled and elegantly walked out with his hands behind his back.
