The Ming River?

Nobody said anything.

Only eight were left from the crowd of sixteen, making the house more spacious, but the tension was only getting heavier.

Eight people split up into three groups, creating a balance: the Ancient Jade Summit disciples, the three biggest aristocratic families, and the team of Lu Mingshu and Ying.

"Okay, so what should we do next?" Lu Mingshu started as if nothing just happened.

Hearing her, Ye Zhenyan and the rest wanted to give her a standing ovation. Acting as if nothing has happened after potentially offending Ling Wuxia?

Ling Wuxia was staring at her own hand quietly.

"What suggestions does Miss Lu have?" Ling Wuxia sounded as calm as ever, but if one was very observant, they could tell that she sounded a bit uptight.

"I'm still young and not as knowledgeable. I'll do whatever Miss Ling says."

Hearing this, everyone present felt the need to give her a slap on her face.