"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Qiansun's attitude took a 180-degree turn. He carefully put away the documents while eyeing Fu Han up and down: "Miss Fu, so young and yet so extraordinarily talented. Our original intention was merely to dampen your edge a bit, but it seems the flood has washed over the Dragon King Temple."
MORE: As Fu Han listened, something felt increasingly amiss. This was clearly a case of fighting fire with fire. Someone had used some method to prevent her from entering the finals, and now, He Xing had used the same method to help her advance. And from the way He Xing was acting, it was clear he was pressuring Zhao Qiansun to ensure she would hold the champion title.
She couldn't just stand by and let this happen. She stood in front of He Xing, looking down at him from her higher position: "I'll say it again, my affairs are none of your business. I'm here solely to ensure my work was fairly and justly considered for the finals."
