Was it you that night?

Xiao Chen somehow felt the surroundings were unusually silent.

Shen Qinghe also found it too quiet, and as she looked back in confusion, she saw Dongfang Wuya had appeared behind her without notice, watching her with an unfathomable gaze.

Shen Qinghe was startled yet delighted, "Uncle Master has come. Will you also attend this grand tournament?"

In his heart, Dongfang Wuya wondered if he came to watch her flirt?

Shen Zhiyao was more perceptive. As soon as she saw Dongfang Wuya, the great benefactor, she took the initiative to give up her seat, "Please take a seat, Mr. Wuya, don’t tire yourself."

Dongfang Wuya looked disdainfully at Xiao Chen, then after a moment’s thought, still chose to sit where Shen Zhiyao had been and countered Shen Qinghe’s question, "Do you wish for this lord to accompany you?"

Shen Qinghe was caught off guard by Dongfang Wuya’s question and only after a good while did she sincerely respond, "I hope Uncle Master does as he pleases."

She always felt that Mr. Wuya treated her too well.

Back during the journey to the Red Moon Secret Realm, Mr. Wuya had no need to go, but it seemed as though he made the trip especially for her.

Could it be that he decided to participate in the tournament merely because of her unintentional remarks just now?

At this thought, she added, "I think it would be better for Uncle Master not to go. You always keep a low profile, Uncle Master, and with so many disciples from the South Desolate Continent participating in the tournament, I fear it might disturb your tranquility."