Within Cloud Array Hall, a thousand people waited with bated breath. The red lanterns hanging from the eaves were tied with ropes, swaying in the wind and casting a flickering, orange glow. All eyes were focused on the man in a white robe with a crescent crown beneath the fireworks. He was now lifting his head with a strange expression to look at Xi Qingyi, whose complexion was extremely unsightly. In the end, no one spoke.
Mo Zhan sighed upon witnessing this scene and, after pondering for a moment, also came to accept this reality. Once words were spoken before all these eyes, how could they be taken back? Fortunately, Su Bei was not as bad as he had imagined. Judging by Xiao Ruoching, whom he had taught, Li Er's future achievements might very well match hers. That sword strike truly seemed divine.
