He Changkong smiled faintly. "What a fine spear thrust, turning back like a horse lance. This kid is not bad."
On the raised platform, many Blood-Qi Warriors nodded at the sight of that strike.
Even Wei Tianhui, who came from the Azure Province Martial Academy and possessed exceptionally lofty standards, could not help giving Shi Qingyue below another look.
If he had not been mistaken, this kid had previously been standing with Liu Yunche, that upper-class disciple.
With that in mind, Wei Tianhui committed the name Shi Qingyue to memory.
Holding his spear, Li Youchen returned to his master Xue Changli. He gave a despondent smile and said, "Master, I have disgraced you."
Yet Xue Changli did not blame him. Instead, he supported him with both hands and said earnestly,
"Victory and defeat are common matters in war. Win it back next time. Why rush for a moment's gain?"
"Master..." A glimmer seemed to rise in Li Youchen's eyes as he nodded heavily.
"Rest assured, Master. One day, I will win it back for the martial hall—and for myself."
"Good. That is my good disciple." Xue Changli patted Li Youchen on the shoulder, smiling in gratification.
Shi Qingyue walked down from White Jade Square. Those familiar with him came forward one after another to offer congratulations. He Wu, Li Xuansheng, and Li Xuantong also approached from afar, raising their cups in tribute.
"We finally found you two." He Wu smiled. "There are too many people here. The three of us have been looking for you for quite a while."
A smile rested on Liu Yunche's lips. "Brother He, you have gone to too much trouble."
He Wu waved his hand. "It is nothing."
After a brief pause, his gaze settled tightly upon Liu Yunche, and the surprise in his eyes