4175 Ruthless
How terrifying was that?
Everyone was dumbfounded, staring incredulously at the little girl before them.
Her sudden change of expression was truly like flipping a book, completely incomprehensible.
As soon as she finished speaking, Buye's smiling face finally changed color, and he frantically fled towards the back of the Sheng Jiawei Arena.
At the same time, after a few whooshing sounds of wind, countless figures surged from the seating area, pursuing Buye in hot pursuit.
Duo Duo opened her mouth, then looked at the male host.
The little poker face's rapid emotional shift caught everyone off guard.
Her emotions also calmed quickly.
In just a short moment, she silently sat back down, as if nothing had happened, merely sitting quietly on Ring Six, eyes lowered, and remaining silent.
Thus, after six days of fighting, this day finally marked the last day of the Tianyuan Ranking Finals.
Above and below the rings, whether participants or spectators, most people had ridiculously dark circles under their eyes and were utterly exhausted.
The deafening cheers on the surrounding rings also lessened considerably.
Isn't that obvious?
Try letting someone excitedly shout non-stop for seven days and seven nights!
Could they even live properly after that?
---I am the Divider for Little Qiao Qiao---
"Go in." With a gentle push, Mu Rouhuan stumbled a step into the room, instantly feeling like she had nowhere to place her feet.
The room was adorned with golden-red drapes and was exceptionally clean.
Incense smoke curled, and the furnishings were spotless.
By the window sat a small, intricately carved golden desk, on which rested a white jade tea tray.
The fragrant tea could not conceal the room's lavishness.
Mu Rouhuan felt a strange sensation for a moment, as if she were in a dream.
"Who are you people?" As the eldest daughter of the Mu family, Mu Rouhuan had certainly seen the world.
She wasn't dazzled by the perfumed room before her; her mind remained clear and calm.
However, she herself was dressed in tattered rags, covered in dirt, and disheveled.
Standing within this fragrant boudoir, her feet on the thick, plush carpet, she felt as if she were standing on pins and needles, completely out of place.
Who exactly had brought her here?
Mu Rouhuan looked up and saw a graceful woman in a yellow dress enter, bowing to her with a smile, "Miss Mu, please wait a moment; my mistress will arrive shortly."
Mu Rouhuan stood there, feeling a little anxious.
But then she thought again: she was now just a废人 (useless person), and even her beauty was gone.
When a person loses everything and has nothing left to lose, what is there to fear?
So she stood silently in the incense-filled room, her eyes lowered, not saying a word.
"Your temperament is much calmer than before," a faint voice drifted from behind the luxurious beaded curtain.
Hearing this familiar voice, Mu Rouhuan instantly lifted her head, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at her.
"Mother!" Mu Rouhuan's emotions stirred slightly.
Her hands, hanging at her sides, also unconsciously twitched.
Mu Qingya's gaze fell faintly upon her, scrutinizing her daughter from head to toe.
Her eyes were remarkably indifferent, as if she were merely looking at an outsider, not her own daughter.
Mu Qingya was dressed in a richly embroidered brocade gown, with an elegant, majestic flying bun, exuding a luxurious fragrance—the epitome of a distinguished lady.