Shenyue Hall.
Divine General Qiongyu stared at the name glaringly stuck in fourth place on the ranking list, his face dark.
The maids and attendants around him didn’t dare breathe, fearful of drawing the general’s bad luck at a moment like this.
Yet Divine General Qiongyu opened his folding fan and smiled faintly.
“Pity. Just this much short,” he said. “It seems this time my fate was nearly tied with Lotus‑Sound Immortal.”
At those words, the atmosphere in Shenyue Hall brightened again.
“Divine General Qiongyu’s sincerity will surely reach Lotus‑Sound Immortal. Perhaps she will come seek an audience herself.”
“The one in third place is too shameless; lucky Qiongyu brother has such magnanimity.”
“I wonder what nouveau riche that was. If only Divine General Qiongyu had come not in such haste, who knows who would’ve won.”
“Enough talk. Drink!” Qiongyu laughed. “There will even be encore celestial music later — don’t miss it, everyone.”
But in another room, Qiongyu’s spirit had already sought out a deputy master of the Zhizhen Tower.
“Can you find where he went? Trace his roots?” Qiongyu’s spirit asked.