Zhong Yi, standing aside, received Huo Xingzhou's gaze and sneered coldly without a trace of warmth in his smile.
Beside him, Wan Jiang's emotions were in turmoil: "Young Master Zhong, what do we do now? The Golden Needle you bought for Miss Lu is..." A counterfeit!
What a coincidence that today's competition would turn out like this.
Miss Lu and Miss Qiao have brought identical sets of Golden Needles, one real, one fake!
And wouldn't you know it, Master Huang, the inheritor of the Gold Needle Technique, is present. Isn't this asking for trouble?
Whoever has the fake will lose face!
Zhong Yi glanced at Wan Jiang and spoke with an even tone: "You're the one who bought the Golden Needle, not me. My gift was the sentiment; the fact that you bought a fake is your issue. Wan Jiang, it looks like you'll have to bear this black mark."
Despondent and on the verge of tears, Wan Jiang was like a soul in despair.
It was all over!
At that moment.