In the hall, performances proceeded in sequence.
Amid the atmosphere created by the professionals, the venue gradually heated up.
Particularly after the appearance of two sizzling hot contenders, the audience finally began to tip various candidates.
People started to forget the unpleasantness they felt upon entering; it was just a minor hiccup.
On the second floor, three individuals from Tangren City gazed out from the floor-to-ceiling window.
Wei Lan's gaze searched everywhere, but he couldn't find Gao Xin's figure.
"Gone, huh... seems like he's given up."
"No, he hasn't!" Ling Sha's eyes sharpened, focusing on a girl in the crowd.
There sat Gao Shu, wearing the battle-damaged version of the Crimson Rose armor, all by herself in a corner, eating and watching the show with relish, having spit out a tableful of melon seeds.
"That armor, I gave it to Tai Sui," Ling Sha said.
Ling Sha naturally recognized her own armor, especially with its distinct battle scars.