Countless gazes roved back and forth over Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu, filled with complicated emotions.
There was analysis and amazement over the deeper meaning behind Chen Fei's action. Taking the initiative to concede seemed like giving up a victory, but in truth, it was founded on absolute confidence in his own strength.
Thinking back to Chen Fei's terrifying strength—defeating Ji Siqi with One Punch, and frightening Wu Nianjiao so badly he lost courage before the battle even began—everyone felt again that this confidence of his did not seem arrogant, but the natural result of his strength.
There was envy toward Cao Feiyu. She had gained a victory for nothing, seized the initiative in points, and greatly increased her chances of obtaining a Status Spiritual Material. More importantly, this care Chen Fei showed under the eyes of tens of thousands was something countless female cultivators dreamed of yet could never obtain. That peerless radiance in Cao Feiyu's brilliant smile just now was etched deeply into many people's hearts.
The path of seeking the Dao was long and lonely. To gain a dao companion, to support each other, trust each other, understand each other's hearts, and even in a contest concerning a major opportunity, to still consider the other so calmly—what kind of fortune and blessing was that?
For a time, atop Asking Dao Peak, besides anticipation for the following matches, there was now a little more praise and emotion toward this immortal couple.
"This child Chen Fei is rather a man of feeling, and confident enough as well." On the high platform, an elder with a kindly face stroked his beard and smiled, no lack of admiration in his eyes.
"Hmph, opportunistic trickery. It undermines fairness." Another elder with a stern, old-fashioned face gave a cold snort, seeming somewhat dissatisfied