High above the arena, on the Elder's platform, sat several figures. Among them was a mature beauty dressed in flowing pale-blue robes. Though the robes appeared modest, the curves hinted beneath were undeniably seductive. Her hair was tied up neatly, her face calm, yet her sleepy eyes weren't on the dueling stage below. Instead, they kept drifting toward a certain man in the audience.
Then a refined old man with a curling beard next to her noticed her gaze and asked:
"Elder Yu, has a disciple caught your attention?" he asked again, following her gaze. His eyes landed on the man. "Oh, isn't that the one you let into the sect using your authority?" His voice carried the playful tone of an old father teasing a daughter. "To think, the mighty Elder Yu Lianru actually stooped so low, taking spirit stones from a mortal, tch tch…"
