This time, Yang Ying didn't blush. Her heart was filled with sweetness, but also a little anxiety. She had given herself to Wang Meng without telling her family yet... 'But what's done is done. I guess there's nothing my family can do about it now.'
For the next three days, the Holy Hall Jiufen Hall was abuzz with excitement from top to bottom. However, the Thunderlight Hall and Dao Guang Hall were experiencing the calm before a great battle.
The disciples all knew this was a changing of the guard. 'Could Ning Zhiyuan hold his ground?'
"Brother, this is the latest intelligence report I got from that brat Zhang Liang. That kid Wang Meng's reputation is actually on par with Brother Ning's, and his support in the Lower Three Halls even surpasses the Senior's."
Zhuang Xuan smiled. "But as for the odds, eighty percent of people still think Brother Ning will win."
