Normally, the Immortal Medicine Convention would take a longer time. After all, the original intention of holding this convention was to ease the conflict between Zhao Yu and Li Tian Ba.
But now, the two of them had already come to a conclusion, and the matter had been resolved. There was no need to continue dragging it out.
Moreover, the young masters and young ladies from Moon City did not want the competition to be too long. Both sides hit it off and moved the competition forward.
In a private room on the second floor of the venue, Zhao Yu was watching the match through the glass window.
Li Ping An's little mouth kept talking beside him.
"Sis…Brother Yu!"
He had originally wanted to call her brother-in-law out of habit, but when he saw Wang Yan Ran's black line sweeping over, his scalp went numb, and he quickly changed the way he addressed her.