Long Yinghua remained silent, her gaze turned toward the back mountain, where the sky was dyed with the resplendent hues of dusk, and the majestic twilight clouds floated across the horizon.
The day-long Martial Arts Association event was drawing to a close.
And it looked like Lu Xiaoyou might not make it back in time to save her life.
Long Yinghua let out a soft laugh; she had never taken Lu Xiaoyou seriously, who was merely a pawn in her grand scheme from the very beginning.
It's a pity for the doomed beauty. By now, Lu Xiaoyou must have already died a bloody death at the hands of Yan Nanxun, right?
She only blames that woman's arrogance and conceit, with her narrow and mediocre vision, she couldn't see how powerful the Long Family truly is.
As the referee stepped onto the ring and reached out to ring the bell signaling the end of the competition, a clear and bright voice cut through the air.
"Lu Xiaoyou has arrived!"
