The seventh day, evening.
[Jing Qiu, after tonight, don't go to the sparring room anymore, the Li Family is suspected of entering the game]
Ji Jingqiu looked at the message sent by Daoge, his eyes deep.
The Li Family...
Is it the Li Family of Marshal Li, one of the Six Great Families?
Unexpectedly, even people from the prestigious Six Great Families would join this game.
At this moment, Ji Jingqiu gently stroked the blade and slowly closed his eyes.
No matter what these people are thinking.
After today, it will all be Mirror Flowers and Water Moon.
...
Zhuang Butong opened his eyes, his usually calm to deathly still eyes now seemed to flicker with flames.
Gradually, this fervor returned to silence, deeply buried again.
Thirty-one years of silence, thirty-one years of torment, finally came to an end today.
He had dreamt countless times of this day.
And when this day came, he found himself unexpectedly calm.
