Qing Yu and Jin Mingxuan returned to the Lingxian Pavilion, where the place was already packed with a sea of people.
Yesterday, when they had arrived, the Lingxian Pavilion had no seats to spare, and guests filled the hall. They had thought that was already a grand scene. But today, it seemed not just full but overflowing indeed.
Feng Jiu had dominated the scene for more than ten days, and many among the young nobles who had previously humiliated him didn't want to come and see his triumphant and proud face. However, upon hearing that Feng Jiu had been defeated yesterday and was back to issue a challenge today, many of Feng Jiu's old rivals called their friends to come over. What could be more delightful than seeing a rival lose face?
"Here they come, here they come, Jin Mingxuan is here," someone shouted loudly.
Everyone unanimously turned to look at the entrance.
"Brother Jin, you must win..."
"Junior Brother Jin, slap his face hard..."
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