As the sword light flashed, the outcome was no longer in doubt.
Chen Mobai flicked his sleeve gently, and a soft mist of cloud and twilight unfurled, securely catching Yin Qingmei as she fell from the stage, shielding her as she lightly touched down to the ground.
This "Red Misty Cloud Silk" had been refined by Ming Yuhua, and it was already a lower-grade Rank-3 Magic Artifact.
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