Things are always easier said than done, I thought as I stood outside Zhong Yilan's hall, gripping the box of pastries hard with my clammy hands. I couldn't wait till the tournament anymore, but I needed an audience to expose her doings and give her the justice she deserved. I had to make a scene.
And making a scene was the last thing I thought I was capable of doing.
I glanced at the occasional groups of disciples passing by and took a deep breath. I could handle this, I told myself. All I needed to do was to attract some attention. I mustered my courage and shouted at the top of my lungs, "Zhong Yilan! Do you dare take a bite out of these pastries you made for Senior Xie?"
A couple of people stopped in their tracks, studying me curiously. The door remained closed.
"Or should I show everyone the poison you added inside?" I shouted louder.
