The Empress, who was seated at the high altar, could not hide her frustration. “Why is it Luca again?! His competition means nothing at all.”

‘This Luca was only lucky earlier; he has no real ability at all!’

At the same time, Sloan could not help but look at Yvette and said, “Princess, it’s Luca’s turn to compete. Do you think he’ll win?”

She was not sure why, but Sloan could not control the excitement in her heart when she saw Luca going up the stage.

Maybe it was because Luca was special. It was a miracle that a Martial Saint made it to the grand finals.

“Sister Sloan, it doesn’t matter to me if he wins or loses,” Yvette replied calmly, not showing any emotion on her face.

Honestly, if it was earlier, Yvette would definitely be interested in Luca.

However, ever since she found out Darryl had died, Yvette’s world was completely dark and grey. Nothing could interest her anymore.

Sloan smiled when she saw Yvette was not interested, and she stopped speaking.

At that moment in