Gong Xuanzhu didn't refuse.
Qian Quan turned his back to face the center of the room.
The smile on Gong Xuanzhu's face vanished, and his expression became stern. The aura around him seemed to contract.
Quietly, he lifted his right foot, extending it forward stealthily like a snake. His body wavered as if he was about to fall, but he silently approached Qian Quan, who seemed unaware.
Everyone else was engrossed in the game, a playful game reminiscent of childhood games, their expressions tense.
Zhao Baiyu, in particular, stared intently at her Master's footwork and body movements.
Gong Xuanzhu was now within a foot of Qian Quan. He could easily touch his shoulder with a simple hand movement. But his palm hovered in the air, swaying slightly, seemingly waiting for the right moment.
As everyone else looked on in confusion, suddenly, Gong Xuanzhu's hand shot down.