On the eastern side of the spectator stands,
amid the cheering crowd, Jiang Qinghe had mentally prepared herself, yet she still could not help covering her mouth.
It was him...
It really was him...
He was the one who saved me...
Her beautiful eyes fixed on the tall, striking figure at the center of the plaza. He was so familiar—the man she had once been intimately close to...
Qian Renxue sat upon the VIP platform,
watching Xia Yan.
Her face still overflowed with smiles as she celebrated this grand event,
but her heart was as still as a deep, dark pool.
Xia Yan... cannot be allowed to live...
In Canghui Academy's spectator area,
an elderly man in white, with graying hair and a tall, lean frame, stared expressionlessly at Xia Yan with eyes as sharp as a hawk's.
His moon-white robe was embroidered with gold thread.
Beneath his robes, his fingers trembled slightly, while his heart pounded wildly.
He was none other than Canghui Academy's team leader, the Soul Saint whose martial soul was Remnant Dream, the man who loved hunting geniuses most—
Shi Nian.
But he did not dare touch Xia Yan.
He hunted geniuses because it was his hobby, not because he wanted to die. Unless he wanted the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to join forces with the Heaven Dou Empire—and perhaps even Spirit Hall—to hunt him down,
that would be courting death!
The various factions in the spectator stands reacted differently. Very few knew the truth about Xia Yan's actual strength.
Many guessed that Xia Yan had likely spent the past several months in secluded cultivation after disappearing.
His Soul Power should have soared dramatically,
and he might very well have broken through Rank 50, thoroughly establishing his strength before the tournament.
But