C1889 Better to Die than to Live

As Qin Ming thought of Qian Wuren, his gaze swept across the crowd beneath the fighting stage, and there he was—a familiar silhouette, Qian Wuren himself. Qin Ming had sensed someone's hateful stare earlier but hadn't given it much thought. With Qian Wuren's master present, it was only natural for him to be there too.

"Such a petty man," Qin Ming thought with a sneer