The crowd was parting, and a small group of people came walking out. Zhang Tianmiu only managed to see that familiar silver mask before it was swallowed up by the throng.
He shook his head, thinking that the competition was indeed lively, and then, without turning back, he hurried toward the south.
The Dwarf Referee was leading the way for a group of people, twirling his pointed beard, "Congratulations, Mr. Xiaya—please follow me, the award ceremony for the preliminaries is ready."
Meanwhile, Fang Hong was absent-minded, watching the surrounding crowd with a cold sweat.
Atira found his demeanor somewhat amusing, "Don't worry, the people from the Silver Forest Spear aren't here anymore."
"Except for those two villains," Tianlan added.
"Those two villains?" Fang Hong was not aware that Wu Di was a finalist.
However, after looking around, since he didn't see any figures in black coats, and it seemed the military had already left the hall, he felt somewhat relieved.
