At this moment, heaven and earth lay utterly silent.
The atmosphere was somewhat delicate.
Gu Qingyan had already understood Chen Xun's stance. After offering a salute, she left.
Chen Xun glanced at her retreating figure, then continued admiring the mountains. Since they would not disturb each other and would treat one another with courtesy, that was fine too.
Time trickled away, drop by drop.
Gu Qingyan never came again.
Outside Primordial Academy, Tian Qi had made a name for himself in a single battle, but Primordial Academy had still lost. They were completely no match for disciples who had fought their way out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Only their Daoist theory was decent.
However long that battle had lasted, Ancient Immortal had lain sprawled beneath the arena for just as long, so stifled that he could not utter a single word.
He seemed to have become the greatest victim of the Prodigy Battle between both sides.
In the end, disciples of the academy dragged him back.
Within a mountain range.
Ancient Immortal sat cross-legged before a massive stone wall, his mouth muttering away, though no one knew what he was mumbling about.
He knew Futian was still within Primordial Academy. He did not dare face anyone now, much less challenge Futian again. At last, he understood that the sky was high and the earth was vast.
"Hahaha...!"
Just as Ancient Immortal was facing the wall in stifled frustration, an aged and unrestrained laugh rang out from afar. It belonged to a little old man from the Purple Firmament Clan. His hair was exceptionally luxuriant, making him look like a walking broom.
"Old Headmaster." Ancient Immortal was in a sorry state, his battle armor shattered. He spoke irritably. "Stop laughing..."
Who would have thought that the old