The martial tournament of the three halls ended, and the crowd dispersed from the Haiyue Dance Hall.
Zhao Xuanqi didn't return home. In fact, for the past three days, he had been in seclusion at the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall, studying the characteristic techniques of the other two major halls with Weng Xiaolin. Unexpectedly, however, he hadn't needed to use that knowledge during the tournament at all.
Now, it was also at Weng Xiaolin's insistence that he not return home. Weng Xiaolin was worried someone might target him, leading to an unforeseen incident.
After all, in tonight's competition, Zhao Xuanqi had been completely exposed to the public eye. The more dazzling his performance, the greater the danger he was in. The forces of the Jili Empire, in particular, would now surely view him as a thorn in their side, eager to kill him. It was a threat that had to be taken seriously.
