The main observation deck, the room with the best view and utmost luxury.
Gongsun Yibo has a cigarette between his fingers, allowing smoke to waft up from his mouth.
He takes his eyes off the arena, turns to Huo Yunjiao sitting beside him with a constant smirk on her face, and says, "It's a draw."
The depth of Grandfather Huo's eyes flickers slightly, warm light brimming from them.
He confidently states, "Brother Yibo, you've lost this one."
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Gongsun Yibo glances at him obliquely, offering a smile that isn't quite a smile and says, "Didn't you mention that the outcome is still uncertain, anything is possible. There's still one last round."
Huo Yunjiao leans languidly in his chair, propping his head up with one hand, and taking a sideways glance.
His lips curve into a barely perceptible smile and his voice is crisp, "The second stage values the overwhelming momentum."
