Ye Qingchen nodded lightly, his eyes revealing a steadfast glow.
"I know, Xiao Xiao. You're right, Xue Wei is indeed a dangerous rival. But rest assured, I've already discussed this matter with Xue Zhao."
Xiao Xiao finally felt at ease.
"I hope Xue Zhao's match tomorrow goes smoothly."
...
At this moment, Xue Wei's residence was shrouded in a tranquil night.
Inside the room, a few dim candlelights burned quietly in the corners, their weak flames casting hazy shadows on the walls.
Xue Wei stood by the window, with his back to everything in the room.
He wore a black long robe, his figure tall and straight, appearing stern and dignified.
His hands were clasped behind him, fingertips slightly tightening, as if contemplating something.
Moonlight poured in through the window, cloaking him in a faint silver sheen, making him seem even more profound.
His face under the moonlight appeared unusually stern, a hint of icy coldness and aloofness between his brows.
