Within the Martial Arts Hall.
On both sides, the seats were filled with young talents.
They conversed continuously, clearly enjoying each other's company.
Among them, there were familiar faces, as well as unfamiliar ones.
Strangely, sitting in the chief's seat were two women.
One of the women was dressed in white, while the other wore red.
The two whispered to each other from time to time, with smiles blooming, giving a sense of close sisterhood.
Looking more closely, the woman was indeed Dongfang Zhi.
Dongfang Zhi, always proud, was actually smiling radiantly today?
"You, do you really think your brother will come?" Dongfang Zhi asked softly.
Looking more closely, the woman beside Dongfang Zhi was exactly Mo Youh.
"Of course," Mo Youh said confidently, "With me here, my brother will surely come."
"Besides, even though my brother is a martial arts fool, how could he bear to let a beauty like you wait for him in vain?"
