Old Sea fell silent, not saying a word. Chief Manager Wu had an ugly complexion and Clearwood watched with a bit of helplessness. They also thought that this would be the final result. When Wu Zetian had finished his task, this challenge was doomed.

Right now, there was still some time before the competition ended. But was there any need to wait? More than one person had this thought. Slowly, eyes began to gather towards the committee members.

Chairman Xu coughed, maintaining his calm. “The three day limit still hasn’t arrived. Mister Ning may still continue. I believe that Grandmaster Wu wouldn’t mind this.”

Old Sea had stated that whoever dared target Mister Ning would be the same as kicking him. The ever-intelligent Chairman Xu didn’t want to stir up any trouble for himself. In any case, what he said now was completely correct.

Grandmaster Wu Zetian had an indifferent look. With a look of grace and benevolent mercy, he faintly uttered, “It’s fine. Give the junior some time.”

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a yawn. The door to the coral house was pushed open and a black-robed figure stepped out. “As I thought, the older you are the slower you are. I slept for a long time but now I’m finally out.”

At this time, many seafolk were left speechless. How could you always...