Wu Changqing leaned in close to Cheng Kun's ear, speaking in whispers. Soon, Cheng Kun's dark expression broke into a smile.
"True, we still have Ji Ningshuang. I nearly let Jingzhou slip from my grasp. Alright, alright, let's endure for now."
Over on Qingyun Sect's side, preparations for the match were underway. However, nobody seemed particularly cheerful, especially Gongsun Zhi. He tried to appear at ease, but the looming outcome weighed heavily on him.
Only Ji Ningshuang seemed utterly detached from everything. Her expression remained indifferent, as though the match had nothing to do with her. When a disciple from Zhengyang Sect sneak-attacked Chu Yi earlier, even Shangguan Yu didn't notice any reaction from her.
Shangguan Yu's evaluation of Ji Ningshuang was simple:
"She's a ruthless one."
Compared to Ji Ningshuang, the Qingyun Sect members were far more tense.
The sect master, Gongsun Zhi, wore a gloomy look, closely mirrored by the expressions of everyone else.
