All kinds of discussion and gasps of astonishment surged through the crowd like a tide.
The result of this battle was destined to spread to every corner of the Dan Chen Sect at the fastest speed, becoming a topic all the disciples would relish discussing for a long time to come.
Amid the boiling crowd, Chen Fei seemed not to hear the surrounding talk and gazes at all. His figure drifted, returning to his original position.
Cao Feiyu still stood there quietly, like an ice lotus blooming proudly on the summit of a snow mountain. But when Chen Fei drew near, in her eyes, cold and clear as a freezing pool, the ice and snow quietly melted, rippling open into a moving trace of emotion.
She looked at Chen Fei, at his calm-as-ever face, and the corners of her lips involuntarily traced a gentle arc.
That smile was like warm sunlight shining upon a snow lotus.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, without any unnecessary intimacy, not even much exchange of words. Yet that natural closeness, that tacit understanding that needed no words, made countless disciples around them feel envy rise in their hearts.
Some envied Cao Feiyu for having such a dao companion; others marveled that Chen Fei not only possessed transcendent strength but was also willing to fly into a rage for a beauty.
Of course, there was no shortage of complex and hard-to-describe gazes from Yellow Fir Peak disciples as well—especially Liu Ruxu. Looking at Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu standing side by side like a perfect pair of jade, then thinking of Senior Brother Xu, whose Dao heart had been wounded, her heart ached, and bitterness welled up too.
One hour later.
As the final ranking battle ended, this Dan Chen Sect inner-sect grand competition finally