In the void not far in front of Qing Lan stood a young man dressed in white. He was tall and straight, with refined features and a resolute look between his brows, carrying an air of righteousness.
His cultivation aura could not be called powerful. It seemed he had only recently condensed a domain, but at his age, he was already an extraordinary prodigy.
A Supreme stood in the air, dressed in a plain robe. The vast, righteous qi swirling around him was like a boundless river of stars. He was a Confucian Dao Semi-Saint, whose words carried the weight of heavenly law and whose commands made reality obey, wielding unimaginable divine might.
"Begin."
The Semi-Saint in the sky slowly raised his hand, erecting a curtain of light around the floating island to keep out all outside interference.
At the moment the martial contest began, Qing Lan did not rush to attack. She stood quietly where she was.
She made no attempt to conceal her cultivation. The fluctuations of her eighth-stage, second-layer aura far surpassed Qin Feng's, and anyone with eyes could see the gulf between them.
By holding back for now, she was giving Qin Feng a way out, waiting for him to concede of his own accord so he could keep some dignity.
No one knew what sort of backing these prodigies had. She did not want to make enemies for no reason, and preferred to leave herself room to maneuver.
"Your talent is dazzling, miss. I can't hope to match it."
Qin Feng spoke first, then his tone shifted. His expression grew solemn.
"Even though I'm no match for you, I still wish to fight, to prove my Dao Path. You needn't hold back."
Needn't hold back?
A strange look flickered through Qing Lan's eyes. At that