Finally, the long-awaited moment had arrived.
"Really?" Si Minghe squinted her eyes. "That's perfect. Rest assured, when the contest comes, I will not hold back."
Ye Wanlan stood unmoved. "Whether you hold back or not, the outcome will be the same."
"Hmph! Anyone can talk big," Si Minghe's gaze grew colder, a smirk on her lips. "I hope you can say the same with such composure when on stage."
She turned and left for the waiting room to prepare.
"She's not easy to deal with," came Mei'en's voice from behind Ye Wanlan. "Since you didn't die as she wished in the cemetery, she'll be ruthless against you."
"As I said, the outcome remains the same." Ye Wanlan's expression was calm. "Lady Mei'en never focused on Si Minghe, but rather on Victoria Monroe."
