Phoenix Clan

Old Lao approached Yaoyun with a measured step, ensuring she was unhurt, while Old Ji moved to Wushuang, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. 

The surrounding spectators seemed stunned, their adrenaline still surging from witnessing the near-cataclysmic finale. Cracks and scorch marks scarred the courtyard, but fortunately, no one was grievously injured.

"Well, that was certainly… enlightening," Old Ji commented, a wry twist to his lips. His earlier sternness had eased, though his eyes flickered with residual caution. "I think we can all agree both sides have proven enough."

Old Lao nodded in agreement, relief in his gaze as he studied Yaoyun's state. "A grand display," he remarked, letting out a faint chuckle. "I suppose we should be thankful we stepped in before the two of you leveled half the fortress."