Qiu Yexuan had high standards, and the cold loneliness within her was not ignited by the fervent competition. Instead, when Liang Xiaonuo drew "Shengping," she almost crushed the armrest of her seat! This knife... isn't it the one her teacher always carried?
"What's wrong? You look quite surprised," Zhu Mengtong asked curiously.
"That knife... doesn't it look familiar?" Qiu Yexuan asked, suppressing her voice, "I've only seen this knife on two people, one is that mysterious Lieutenant General, and the other is my teacher..."
Prompted by this reminder, Zhu Mengtong also turned her attention to the competition screen, looked for a long time, and said, "It only looks very similar at first glance, but there are differences... It's not just one knife. And I remember you said that knife was buried with your teacher."
