No one expected Jian Bufan to suddenly step onto the Battle Platform. The first round of the finals was already over, yet he had chosen to fight Ye Wushuang.
Moreover, both of them were Disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect!
"What's going on?"
The members of the Ancient Spirit Sect began to murmur amongst themselves. The Disciples were bewildered. Jian Bufan and Ye Wushuang had a good relationship, so why would he choose to fight at a time like this?
At the very front, Nangong Liuyun and the other Elders watched on, all of them wearing wry smiles. Having lived to their age, how could they not see through to the heart of the matter?
And so, they did not intervene. After all, if the younger generation lacked rivalry and spirited ambition, you couldn't really call them young.
Countless eyes stared intently at the Battle Platform. Jian Bufan stood with his sword in his arms, like a Treasure Sword on the verge of revealing its edge, his presence turning razor-sharp.
