"That's gonna be tough though… the ones left are old farts from Drifting Sword Sect."
"Yeah. And those old monsters don't mess around. One wrong hit and you're watching your dreams roll into the wrong pocket."
Across the room, Dou Xinshi stood near the edge of the crowd, arms crossed.
He wasn't sulking. Not exactly. Maybe.
Well… okay, a little.
Was it really that bad to lose to Ji Yunzhi? No, not really. The guy played as if divine guidance poured straight onto his bald head.
He clearly had some freakish talent. Even Dou Xinshi, who couldn't stand Ji Yunzhi, had to grit his teeth and admit it.
But still.
All that hype… the clapping… the awe-struck expressions… the whispers of "genius" and "billiards prodigy"…
Why did it have to start with him?
He wasn't even a stepping stone.
He was the floor tile Ji Yunzhi walked over on his way to glory!
Dou Xinshi let out a long breath.
Time to let it go.
