Nothing less could have caused such a huge uproar.
The students' surging Mental Power, stirred up by their heated discussions, instantly caused the sunlight over the grand martial arena to gather into a mighty force, shooting straight into the heavens and forming a pillar of golden light, as if they had collectively leveled up.
Yet Le Yu did not look at them. Instead, he turned his head toward the teachers beside him. Most of the teachers wore shocked expressions, save for a few who remained emotionless—though they might simply have had facial paralysis. Only one handsome man with a long, ink-black braid and a black box strapped to his back was also observing his surroundings.
The moment their gazes crossed, the long-braided man lightly struck his left chest with his fist and saluted Le Yu, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Le Yu was very familiar with that smile.
It was exactly the same as Lan Yan's.
It came from an unshakable confidence in oneself.
He was a Sword Sheath—and very likely Ming Shuangli's Sword Sheath.
Le Yu turned his head to observe Ming Shuangli on the podium. The Ice-Blood Physique suppressed his useless feelings of surprise, while his understanding of the situation in Yan Jing and the experience he had gained through all his recent struggles allowed him to quickly understand Ming Shuangli's true purpose.
Anyone who knew about the Sword Quest for Succession would inevitably be surprised that Ming Shuangli had exposed her identity. At first, Le Yu had also thought the Sword Quest for Succession had to be conducted in secret—after all, it was a ceremony to select the new emperor. How could it be allowed to be disturbed by the public?
But thinking about it carefully, did the Sword Quest for Succession