As soon as Liu Jiayu stepped onto the stage, a messenger from the Sword Bearer's division reached the top of the tower.
The messenger bowed down in reverence. He then gradually raised himself on both elbows and stammered. "Grandmaster! Your succeeding disciple, Mo Cheng, he…"
"What about my disciple?" inquired the Sword Bearer's Grandmaster. A long line stretched from each corner of his tightened lips, all the way to the sides of his nose.
"M-mo Cheng, he…"
"Why are you stuttering? Speak plainly!"
"Your succeeding disciple is raising a ruckus! Please do something, Grandmaster!" The messenger concealed his face in fear, speaking as fast as he possibly could.
"Preposterous! Where is he? Show me the way!" The Sword Bearer's Grandmaster immediately rose from his seat.
The messenger departed the tower, along with the distraught Grandmaster.
Meanwhile, the battle below was about to commence.
