Since Fifth Heartbreak had already spoken, how could he possibly show weakness?
"Ye Xiwen, he's actually Ye Xiwen!"
In an instant, the crowd exploded into an uproar. Whether it was his earlier slaughter of three Divine Alliance elders at the peak of the Early Stage of Death Mystic Realm, or the invitation that had later been specially reissued to him, all of it had thrust him onto the crest of the storm. Everyone who had come here was interested in the Nameless Dao Academy's admission tokens. How could they not have heard his name?
"No wonder, no wonder even Fifth Heartbreak thinks so highly of him!" Everyone suddenly felt enlightened.
"He's Ye Xiwen? He doesn't look like anything special to me. Why would the Nameless Dao Academy specially reissue him an invitation? Could he be the illegitimate son of some Nameless Dao Academy elder?" someone maliciously speculated.
At that moment, the gaunt old man behind Ye Xiwen's face kept twitching. No wonder, no wonder his eye had been so sharp. There was indeed a reason for it.
Ye Xiwen—he was actually Ye Xiwen!
Even if he was unwilling to admit it, he had to acknowledge that this young junior was no simple figure.
The last trace of unwillingness in his heart could only vanish like smoke and disperse like clouds.
Though his strength was not much inferior, compared to such a young genius with limitless prospects, people like them were like candles burned down to their final inch. They still looked bright, but in truth, they did not have many days left.
They simply could not be mentioned in the same breath. He was incomparably envious—he had never been so envious before. If he were still young, perhaps he would have had the spirit to compete with these people. Yet