Mo Xian leaned over to Wang Jingyuan as they watched the chaos unfold. "Who do you think is at fault, Jing-Jing?"
"Definitely Song Xinglan," Wang Jingyuan responded firmly. "He already lost, but he played dirty and attacked Yue Feixue and Fu Tianyou when they let their guards down to help him. What a wicked man."
Mo Xian hummed. He had seen many dirty tricks in his lifetime; he himself had done some shady things. So, Song Xinglan's action was not surprising to him. Sometimes, you have to do what's necessary in order to survive, no matter how immoral it was. He worried that Wang Jingyuan would suffer in the martial arts sector for being so innocent and naïve.
On stage, the three sects were about to brawl. The Buddhist abbot stood up and addressed the pupils. "Amitabha, everyone, please listen to what I have to say."
