"Get back here." Ye Weiyang grabbed her. "Have you got no restraint at all? You were cursing him as a bastard with such enthusiasm just now, but the moment he showed some muscle, you started swooning. That guy disappeared for over four years without a single word. If he never came looking for you, that proves you were never in his heart. Even if he has come back, you need to teach him a proper lesson this time. Otherwise, won't he bully you to death in the future? Sit right here like a good girl. You're not even allowed to look at him, understand?"
Feng Ling'er sat back down pitifully and said softly, "Sister Weiyang, isn't that a bit much? Look, he's become so strong now. He must have suffered plenty over these past few years. Don't you think he's amazing? A thirty-year-old Ninth Tier! See? I picked a real promising stock."
"Just you wait and see. Hmph, what if he doesn't want you anymore?"
Feng Ling'er shook her head. "He would never. He must have stayed away because he wanted to make a stunning debut at the Temple Grand Competition and avoid exposing his squad's strength."
Seeing how full of confidence she was, Ye Weiyang could not help but burst out laughing. "You, honestly. What Little White Flower? You're practically a little lovesick fool. I'm done with you."
Sima Xian's victory drew tremendous attention from the Six Great Temples. But the competition had to continue. Before long, the audience's attention was captured by the dazzling matches once more.
Not long after Sima Xian took the field, Li Zhengzhi, the head of the Mage Temple, was selected to fight. His opponent was a warrior, and Li Zhengzhi used only a single spell to defeat him. His performance appeared understated, but