Saintess Jinling was startled when she heard this. "Was the person challenging the tower called Yang Xilin?"
"Eh, I think... I think his surname was Yang." He Xiaofeng was somewhat embarrassed.
After all, from the very beginning, he had said Yang Chen was only destined to clear five or six levels. Yet where was Yang Chen now? He had charged all the way to the twentieth level in one breath, slapping He Xiaofeng so hard his face had practically swollen. Still, he was not one to be petty and narrow-minded. Yang Chen was stronger than him, and he accepted it.
Seeing that she could not get anything more out of him, Saintess Jinling gently turned her head and looked toward the people of Luosheng Gate.
"Saintess..." Zhou Qing and the others said awkwardly.
They had noticed Saintess Jinling from the beginning, but Yang Chen was the one who had the closest ties with her. How could they dare go up and try to curry favor with her?
Saintess Jinling could not help frowning her willow eyebrows. "Is Young Master Yang, your Gate Master, inside the Trial Tower?"
"That is correct!" Zhou Qing answered honestly.
The moment those words fell, Saintess Jinling's pupils contracted sharply. Clearly, the shock in her heart was difficult to calm. She gazed up at the height of the twentieth level of the Trial Tower, covering her mouth in utter astonishment.
She had originally believed that Yang Chen's excellence was something she could accept, and that she had already seen all the qualities that made him outstanding. But now she realized how terribly wrong she had been. What she had seen of Yang Chen's excellence was merely the tip of the iceberg.
Saintess Jinling's heart pounded wildly. She had not expected that when fate brought them together