The entire audience was silent; even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.
Everyone looked at the young man in the center of the arena as if he were a monster, their eyes filled with shock and awe.
A few young women even unconsciously covered their mouths, afraid of making any inappropriate noises.
"Nine... nine Great Grandmasters... lost?" someone stammered, their voice so faint it was almost inaudible, yet piercing in the silent space!
Shen Qinglan's face was awash with tears, yet she beamed with a radiant smile.
The crystalline teardrops slid down her delicate cheeks, glistening like diamonds in the sun.
Beside her, her father had his mouth wide open, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "smash," breaking into pieces. Scalding tea splashed onto his trousers, yet he seemed unaware.
Chen Nan slowly surveyed the surroundings, and wherever his gaze landed, everyone instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
