Rivers of the Night

Chapter 297: Three Hands

Jualim of the Sangun. Zaei of the Auran. Riyan of the Golds.

All three of them reacted just as quickly, so much so that it was difficult to tell which of them had put their hand up first.

Theron could tell that Riyan was actually just the slightest bit faster than the other two, and technically speaking, this should give him the right of way. But it was close enough that anyone who wanted to ignore it could.

All of the First Years aside from Riyan were in the Third Silver Resonance. Riyan himself, though, was in the Fourth.

With a huge demarcating line between them, the odds the Golds would get their revenge should have been guaranteed. In fact, even if they were in the same cultivation realm, Riyan’s bloodline was so far superior that it would still be a crushing defeat.

“Interesting. It seems we have three eager participants but only two slots. In that case, which of the three of you is willing to use your flags?”

Riyan’s eyes narrowed.

Using the flag in this case was especially difficult for him. If he used his now, then their Second Years wouldn’t be able to. The Golds had just all but declared war; using up their flags right now, when they didn’t know with 100% certainty who was scheming with the Sangun, was too risky.