The courtyard was exquisitely scenic, filled with pavilions and terraces, small bridges over flowing streams, and a smattering of rare flowers and exotic plants.
Several hundred young disciples had already gathered. They were all elite talents from various sects and prominent families, here to offer birthday congratulations. The men were dashing, the women were lovely, and while their auras varied in strength, the weakest among them possessed at least a Seventh Grade Cultivation. It was truly a gathering of elites.
The moment the three of them appeared, they immediately drew the eyes of more than half the attendees.
Fang Han, in particular, became the absolute center of attention.
Curiosity, scrutiny, admiration, jealousy, defiance, a thirst for battle... a myriad of complex emotions intertwined in the gazes directed at him.
Evidently, the news of him defeating Lei Gang in a single move had already spread.
"So that's Fang Han of the Qingxuan Sect?"
