At the edge of the competition arena, people murmured incessant curses under their breath, occasionally casting furtive glances at An Zhisu.
Seeing that her face, unusually devoid of its signature smile, now bore a hint of worry instead, they couldn't help but feel a pang of panic.
The Weed-Cutting Sword Immortal was usually seen with a smile on her face, and a smile from her usually meant she was about to chop someone down.
Now, not only was there no smile, but a trace of concern as well, could it be that she was planning on slaughtering everyone from Shushan after the match?
This nervous atmosphere silently spread among the spectators at the edge of the arena, quickly drowning out the sounds of cursing.
The elder in charge of overseeing the competition had actually arrived earlier and was floating in the sky leisurely with his sword control.