Boom!
The impact from falling onto the dueling ring jolted a cloud of dust into the air.
Zhang Jiuxiao wiped away the sweat on his forehead.
It was fortunate that his teacher had pushed him forward for a significant part of the journey, or else they really would have failed to make it in time.
He looked below the dueling ring and saw that the middle-aged man whom his teacher was disguised as was currently standing by an inconspicuous corner, smiling at him. Then, he turned his eyes to Zhang Linqing and said, "I should have made it in time, right?"
"So what if you have made it in time?" Zhang Linqing shook his head with a sneer as he raised up a single finger.
Zhang Jiuxiao tilted his head in confusion, unsure about what that finger gesture meant.