A chilling cold sweat covered Mason's back as he looked at his left side, watching the young man standing there calmly with his hand that was ready to slash his neck.
"Phew!! Indeed, it's over; you win!!"
Suddenly the oppressive atmosphere around the two men vanished as if it had never existed in the first place.
Alan: "Thank you, Uncle Mason; it was a nice match."
Everyone else who was watching what happened could not utter a single word.
The first to break the silence was Theodora.
"Are you sure he's not a descendant of an ancient family!?"
Rosaline answered.
"Just like I told you, the brat is a tough nut to crack. Answering your question, no, he is not."
Lana, who stood there dazed.
"I feel that I have progressed very well in my cultivation. I broke through to the 5th stage at my age, which I thought was an achievement, but he is already way ahead of me."
Rosaline looked at her daughter with gentleness radiating through her eyes as she said.
