This time, not a single voice of doubt remained in the entire arena.
Because Chen Wen had indeed proven himself with his strength. Their people had truly lost.
At this moment, An Qingcang spoke. "Invite a Supreme Disciple out. Let them exchange pointers with Little Wen."
"Alright."
The elder beside him answered and withdrew.
A Supreme Disciple?
Upon hearing this, the disciples' breathing quickened.
Naturally, they knew what a Supreme Disciple represented. Aside from An Qingying, they were the strongest among the younger generation.
Of course, they had more than one Supreme Disciple, and there were differences in strength among them.
But for an unknown kid at merely the Tenth Level Dao Proving Realm to make a Supreme Disciple take action—what did that signify?
They could only say that it was something they had never imagined, nor had they ever dared to imagine.
Yet now, it had truly happened before their very eyes.
A Supreme Disciple, huh.
Now that was interesting.
Chen Wen's heart stirred slightly.
Before long, a figure stepped out from the shadows.
It was a woman clad in white, with incomparably delicate and beautiful features.
"Look, it's Cousin An Qingxue."
"This... why is it her?"
"Exactly. Shouldn't Cousin An Tianyang have come out instead?"
"..."
In an instant, waves of discussion broke out across the scene.
But aside from shock, those words held only confusion.
Because An Qingxue ranked fifth among the Supreme Disciples.
That ranking might seem middling, but that was only relative to the Supreme Disciples.
Yet in their view, no matter what, the person sent out this time should have been An Tianyang, who ranked tenth.
At that moment, An Qingcang spoke again. "Qingxue, go down and spar with Little Wen."
"But remember to stop at the right point. This is a friendly exchange,