As the disciples discussed the geniuses arriving in an endless stream, Zhou Xue gathered with the Fang Manor descendants. Fang Hanyu alone was absent.
Fang Zigeng sighed. "After cultivating for fourteen years, he has already surpassed those geniuses who have cultivated for decades in sheer presence. Is this the intimidating power of the Heaven Origin Treasure Spirit?"
The other Fang Manor descendants were all excited, filled with a sense of shared glory.
Zhou Xue remained calm, her gaze fixed on the Martial Competition Platform as though lost in thought.
Just then, cries of surprise rose from the distant disciples.
"Fang Wang is here!"
Zhou Bo shouted excitedly, pointing at Fang Wang with his right hand.
Everyone turned to look. A figure flew over from the direction of the Third Vein—it was Fang Wang. He was not riding a Flying Sword. His white disciple's robe fluttered in the air. His aura was not particularly powerful, yet as he swept across the skies above the Sect Main City, his otherworldly bearing naturally drew every gaze toward him.
After cultivating in the Heavenly Palace for so many years, Fang Wang had acquired an indescribable air of vicissitude. Yet combined with his young and handsome appearance, that weathered aura gave rise to a unique charm.
Watching Fang Wang's figure, Zhao Zhen remarked, "When some people make their entrance, you immediately know who the protagonist of the story is."
The Third Vein disciples around him echoed his words. Fang Wang was now the pride of the entire Third Vein. As long as one praised Fang Wang, one could gain the friendship of the Third Vein disciples. Zhao Zhen's words made him even more beloved by those around him.
Lu Yuanjun also looked toward Fang Wang, anticipation and appreciation appearing in his smile.
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