Li Bufan was still deep in thought when Yan Kuanglan and Chu Feng came over as well.
The two walked up to Li Bufan. Yan Kuanglan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Li, you've caused quite a stir these past few days. Even from far away, we could sense flames blazing into the sky and the sea of clouds churning on your side. Tell us, how many points do you think you'll score later?"
Li Bufan shook his head with a smile. "No idea. We'll find out when I try. How about you, Old Yan?"
Yan Kuanglan rubbed his hands together and grinned. "Well, I've comprehended some new things. But I know my own limits, and I've never been one to daydream in broad daylight."
"I'm not hoping to get six or seven stars like those prodigies. As long as I don't make too much of a spectacle of myself, that'll do."
Chu Feng walked over as well. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes; clearly, he had gained quite a lot under the Enlightenment Stele's aid. Yet his tone carried a few more shades of steadiness than usual.
"Old Yan and I have already done well to make it this far. The road ahead..."
He paused, and a trace of desolation entered his voice. "The road ahead isn't one we can walk."
But he swiftly adjusted his mindset and patted Li Bufan on the shoulder. "But you can't be like us."
Li Bufan sensed the faint regret and hope in Chu Feng's words. That emotion pricked his heart as lightly as a fine needle.
Yet the stage of the Hidden Dragon Tournament was ultimately reserved for true prodigies. Mastering a Spirit Tier martial skill was merely the admission ticket. To go farther, Earth Tier martial skills and