As Lu Feng accepted, the atmosphere in the arena instantly heated up, with cheers rising one after another.
Jia Zhangyuan and Lv Jian eagerly stepped forward on the strength of that momentum, working together to recount amusing stories and experiences from their trials.
Lu Feng and Che Hui Qiang, meanwhile, withdrew to one side, each listening as Chen Chuanling and Fang Daoli introduced the outstanding prison students in their groups, selecting suitable candidates.
As Chen Chuanling made her introductions, she quietly ran through her calculations.
Though she believed Lu Feng's words this time, prudence dictated that she wait until Old Yang arrived before confirming matters further.
Especially that sword move called Heart Might Evening Bloom. She had always felt it was far from simple. Looking back, when Lu Feng mentioned it, he had seemed distinctly awkward for an instant. It did not seem deliberate, more like something that had slipped out in passing.
Just as she was thinking, an elderly figure slowly approached from outside the Martial Arts Arena, followed by a young woman.
Chen Chuanling hurriedly went to greet them, gesturing as well for the young woman who had come along to enter the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
The woman was named Ling Lanxiu. She was currently the most talented and strongest person in Chen Chuanling's group, and she mainly cultivated the sword path.
During their earlier exchange, Chen Chuanling had already introduced Ling Lanxiu's general circumstances to Lu Feng.
But at this moment—
Lu Feng's gaze did not so much as linger on Ling Lanxiu. It remained fixed upon the elderly figure at her side.
The figure wore an elegant, pale robe. Though its color was not vivid, it possessed an ancient, rustic charm of its own. Delicate embroidered patterns adorned such subtle places as the