Lin Jinglong said, "Whether he can survive against the Three Brave of Xiang Sect, just this courage alone, I acknowledge!"
Chun Yangzi stood at a high point.
His long hair was tied in a crown, his face was thin like an ancient pine tree, but his eyes held a hidden flow of golden light.
He watched Ning Zhuo ascend the steps, his eyes showing worry as well as burning anticipation.
Many cultivators from Flowing Cloud Peak also came. They stood further away, their robes varied in color, but their aura faintly connected into a coldness, like the undercurrents beneath a frozen lake in winter.
Some hoped Ning Zhuo would die, some wished the Three Brave of Xiang Sect would be injured, while others just wanted to see Nanming Village and other major forces fight until both sides were seriously wounded. Each person's face bore different expressions, with their own calculations hidden in their eyes.
