"The quarter-finals are concluded! All victors are to return to their assigned quarters to prepare for the semifinals tomorrow!"
Jian didn't move towards the exit. Instead, as the last of the bewildered spectators began to slowly filter out, their whispers growing louder, he walked to the very centre of the polished obsidian floor. The sect disciples and elders, including Ling Tian and Grand Elder Mo, watched him, their faces a mixture of suspicion, confusion, and fear.
He lowered himself onto the cold, hard obsidian, cross-legged, his black robes pooling around him. He removed his silver mask, letting his blood-red hair fall around his shoulders, his crimson eyes burning with a fierce, unwavering light. He did not care if they saw his hair now, or the terrifying intensity in his eyes. T
