"Elder, I'm done."
The voice of Mu Qingge, like the morning bell and evening drum, awakened the elder of the arena. He looked up bewilderedly, glanced at Mu Qingge, then at Diao Yuan, as if only just recalling what was taking place.
He looked towards the central grandstand and gestured to Hua Cangzhu.
Hua Cangzhu's eyes twitched violently, his heart entangled with jealousy, hatred, and murderous intent, unable to calm down.
However, thinking of the people behind him, he restrained his emotions and slowly stood up, bowed to the four elders from the Main Courtyard, and said, "Elders, what do you think of this..."
The four exchanged glances, and finally, Yuan Hu stood up, respectfully saluted the highest grandstand, and cautiously said, "Your Majesty the Holy King, this is the last match of the selection contest. Could you please make a decision?"
