Midway, Han Yijun joined his brother standing behind the Grandmaster. After completing the match lineups assigned to him, he took his place on Han Xuelian's right aside as the one who would succeed his uncle.
His temper flared when he noticed Chi Cheng seated beside his uncle, his anger threatening to erupt when he sighted their hands locked together.
'You always have to get your way, don't you Chi Cheng?' Han Yijun almost snarled but contained himself when his older brother glanced at him.
Chi Cheng, however, did not even notice his ex-lover's arrival. He was still astonished to witness Huo Renyi's display of the Primordial Tempest Dance that 𝒉𝒆 created centuries ago.
You are familiar with that sword style?" The Grandmaster questioned, curiously watching Chi Cheng's reactions and expressions.
