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The entire Arena understood what the gesture had meant.
Yan Wuji had pointed his blade across three concentric rings to Lin Xuan’s cushion in front of fifteen thousand witnesses, and the fifteen thousand had not finished processing it before he had walked off. The other semifinal had not been fought. The other semifinal would happen tomorrow at sunrise. And Yan Wuji had already named who he wanted in the final.
Lin Xuan kept his face flat for the rings and let his attention drift across them. It found Su Qingyue in the Frostmoon tribune.
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