Luo Ji stood below the stage, eyes like torches, intensely focused on the bronze mirror in his hand.
The mirror surface shimmered faintly with a cold light, reflecting a violently entangled man and woman on the stage.
His lips moved slightly, silently counting down in his heart:
"Five, four, three, two, one!"
In the mirror, the man and woman were fiercely clashing, the shadows of fists and legs intertwining, blond hair and red lines slicing through the air, the two nearly skirting the edge of the stage as if they might fall from the height at any moment.
Luo Ji twisted his wrist gently, keeping the mirror surface steadily aimed at the golden figure—Qian Duoyu.
Yes, Luo Ji's target was, from the beginning, Qian Duoyu.
Though Feng Yuhuai's performance was equally dazzling, even pushing Qian Duoyu back with aggressive force like an unstoppable frenzy.
Her talent and potential would make anyone's heart race, but Luo Ji's focus remained unshaken.
