Shen Hetai's reaction was rather peculiar; facing Cheng Yu, he showed no signs of regarding him as a competitor, his eyes even carried a smile.
"Who doesn't know that Master Zhao is almost certain to win this bid," Cheng Yu glanced towards Master Zhao, his tone calm.
Master Zhao, however, let out a laugh, sensing the puzzled looks from the crowd around him, he shook his head towards Cheng Yu, "Although I've put in a great deal of effort for this bid, I'm well aware of your capabilities."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have nearly fallen into your hands before."
I slightly lowered my gaze, feeling increasingly that something was amiss—as if the previous conversation had Master Zhao admitting defeat to Cheng Yu.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Master Zhao left, and the dispersed crowd gathered around again.
Cheng Yu tightened his hold around my waist, found an excuse to leave, and then took me to the seat arranged by the organizers.
