Below the stage.
Watching Zhu Lin being chased around by Sheng Linglong's swinging fists.
Shi Nian fell silent for a moment before asking, "Doesn't Brother Zhu Lin recognize Sheng Linglong?"
Usually reserved and shy, Sheng Linglong becomes unrecognizably fierce in battle, a fact that, she thought, should be well-known throughout the Divine Martial Sect...
Lin Tiantian chuckled: "Just wait for a moment."
Then she slipped away.
It wasn't long before she came back.
"I've inquired about it. Brother Zhu Lin has been training outside these past few years. He only came back for the tournament, so he's not very familiar with Sheng Linglong. He went back to cultivate in every spare minute after his match a couple of days ago, never having seen Linglong's battles," Lin Tiantian explained.
"You're pretty good," Shi Nian said, visibly impressed.
It's not her skills she was amazed at but Lin Tiantian's gossip-gathering speed.
Lin Tiantian just grinned, "So-so."
On the stage.
