(MC POV)
I watched with mild amusement as the participants of the tournament were waiting for the signal to start their match.
The others within the room had already returned to their seats and for some odd reason, Sect Mistress Hua still continued to sit on my couch like it was hers.
Her guards had also recovered since I lifted my hold over them, returning to stand behind their Sect Mistress to glare at me, though they made no move to attack me anymore.
I noticed that her fan no longer has a picture of me, most likely having faded away during the spectacle with the gods.
"Do you have any idea how fortunate you are right now?" She hissed.
I smiled and tilted my head lazily at her, "Really? I think you're the one that's the lucky one though."
"Are you not afraid of death? Are you really not aware that you were just a snap away from death mere moments ago?"
