Kaiwan stood dumbfounded, her pitch-black eyes wide open. She gazed blankly at the Ice Sword that had been thrust into the ground, its blade shimmering with waves of cold qi that were penetratingly chilling. She couldn't help but walk forward and poked her finger at the Ice Sword.
Ouch!
That bone-chilling cold brought a piercing pain.
Bart hurried forward, bowing as he said, "We have witnessed the power of Grandmaster Guo Yi, and we are thoroughly convinced. Now, today's banquet concludes."
The crowd dispersed.
The old man named Andrew and Kaiwan were invited to go to the sleeping palace.
Wang Lin came running in haste, and said with a wry smile, "Grandmaster Guo Yi, I apologize for the discomfort you've endured."
"It's nothing," Guo Yi shook his head, "I just couldn't help but speak a bit too much."
Li Weisi ran in urgently, "Grandmaster Guo Yi, His Majesty Bart invites you to the sleeping palace. He and the Queen are waiting for you there."
"Alright!" Guo Yi nodded.
