Great elder Qi Lu looked at his granddaughter with guilt and shame. He was not ashamed of her but of his own weakness. Just the son of the governor was enough to force him to give up his granddaughter. This feeling of helplessness simmered in his heart as he looked at Qi Jing.
He knew her personality very well. She was the most like him and of all his children and grandchildren, he loved her most.
She stood in the ring and waited for her opponent. The crowd was silent. The elder in charge called another disciple to the ring. It was a young man with a very muscular physique. He had muscles everywhere.
He carried a battle axe to the ring. He was over a foot taller than Qi Jing. He looked down at her as he swung his axe around.His brown eyes were filled with a sinister glint. Qi Jing did neither knew the man nor the reason for his hatred but she did not care.
All that she cared about was power and by looking at her opponent, she knew she had the power.
