Watching the fervent celebration of the Thunderlight Hall disciples, Jingg Yanyun couldn't help but sigh. This was probably for the best. 'No wonder Ancestor Master Zhou has such high hopes for him.'
Flying Phoenix Hall wasn't without a chance of winning if they'd fought to the death with Thunderlight Hall; after all, there was only one Wang Meng. But that wasn't Flying Phoenix Hall's style. They were thoroughly convinced by this outcome and accepted their defeat.
But Flying Phoenix Hall was just a buffer. The real test was only just beginning.
The Holy Hall's strongest factions were the Upper Three Halls. That was where the true elites gathered.
Regardless, Thunderlight Hall had won. Today, they could forget everything and celebrate to their hearts' content.
Amid the cheers, Wang Meng pumped his fist forcefully.
On the outskirts of the crowd, Ma Tian'Er smiled happily, clapping softly…
