After a long while, the elders gradually came back to their senses. They exchanged glances, solemn expressions appearing on their faces.
"First Elder, this..." A white-robed elder frowned and spoke softly.
"Let's wait and see."
Yun Leng's expression did not change much. With a light wave of his hand, he suppressed the other elders' worries. His gaze fixed on the slender young man in the arena as he said slowly:
"Although his strength has exceeded my expectations somewhat, there is still a gap between him and Yanran. Moreover, the Dou Techniques Yanran cultivates are all profound methods of our Misty Cloud Sect. In this regard, a nameless brat like him cannot compare."
His gaze remained on the arena, and Yun Leng's face was calm. However, the hand hidden within his sleeve was clenched tightly. He, too, seemed to have sensed a certain unease.
Hearing Yun Leng's words, the other elders exchanged looks and gradually fell silent, continuing to watch the increasingly fierce battle in the arena.
Not long after the elders fell silent, two piercing sounds suddenly rang out from the air.
Two figures then abruptly appeared atop a towering tree beside the plaza. As they looked over the fiercely contested battle below, both could not help but feel somewhat surprised.
The two then moved to an empty spot opposite Hai Bo Dong and the others and sat down. They were the Misty Cloud Sect's Pill King, Gu He, and his disciple, Liu Ling.
"Hehe, I never expected Elder Jia and Elder Fa to be here as well. It seems today has actually drawn all of you here."
Gu He slowly swept his gaze around the area, a faint smile on his face. His eyes then paused on Hai Bo Dong opposite him, and his expression changed slightly in surprise.