"No. 4 Arena, Su Qingwan wins!"
Jian Wuya's voice came from high above.
As soon as he spoke, golden light flashed. Su Qingwan and Yue Qing's figures appeared before the others.
Su Qingwan's face was slightly pale, but she still maintained an elegant posture and gave Jian Wuya a slight bow.
Jian Wuya looked at Su Qingwan with a smile, his eyes full of approval.
"Qingwan, well done."
"Thank you for your praise, Peak Master."
Su Qingwan spoke softly, her voice gentle and calm.
After offering a few words of encouragement, Jian Wuya sent her off to heal.
A Healing Pill flew from his palm and landed steadily in Su Qingwan's hand.
Su Qingwan accepted the pill, thanked him, then walked to the side, sat cross-legged, and began refining it.
Meanwhile, Lu Chenyuan was treating Yue Qing.
He gently placed his palm against Yue Qing's forehead. A stream of mild true qi entered her body and dissolved the lingering inky-black sealing power within her.
A moment later, Yue Qing woke up.
She opened her eyes and saw Lu Chenyuan sitting beside her, looking at her gently.
"Vein Lord... I disappointed you."
Yue Qing looked at Lu Chenyuan dejectedly.
Her voice carried both self-reproach and disappointment.
She had thought she could win a match for Emperor Fall Valley, but she had fallen short at the very end.
Lu Chenyuan chuckled. "It's fine. Friendship comes first in competition, victory and defeat second. Losing once is nothing shameful. Besides, Su Qingwan truly is strong. She actually mastered the Scripture Sect's Imperial Character Art. Even within the Scripture Sect, very few disciples can successfully cultivate this secret art before reaching 500 hertz. Losing to her was no injustice."
There was no reproach in his tone, only comfort.
Upon hearing this, the guilt in Yue