Hundred Sects Tournament: Golden Core Finals (2)

Shen Yuxi looked calm on the outside, but a catastrophic super-tsunami had already erupted within him. Silent screams and countless frantically refreshing "bullet comments" threatened to shatter the composure he was struggling to maintain:

He's here, he's here, he's here! Three steps diagonally ahead of me! Aah—I hereby declare that my soul has passed on. I'm dead, completely dead, yet that fleeting glimpse has granted me eternal life!

Help! Can that smile actually exist? How can his smile be so beautiful? Like snowmelt in the early spring sunshine, crystal clear yet warmed by sunlight! His face looks... so soft! So small! I want to reach out and pinch it!

He looks so young, so soft and adorable, so how is his bearing so... so grounded! Yes, grounded! Steady as a rock, pure as crystal, the perfect combination of cute and handsome! That's my idol!

Half a year ago, everyone in the Profound Heaven Sect had learned that their second senior brother had an "idol."

To avoid "embarrassing himself" in front of that idol, Shen Yuxi had cultivated so diligently over the past six months that his elders were gratified and his fellow disciples astonished. For a time, his drive had even surpassed Chu Shihan's renowned diligence.

Now that they had seen Jing Cangyi in person, their longstanding curiosity was finally satisfied, though a subtle sense of realization arose alongside... a disconnect.

So this is the sort of person Second Senior Brother admires... He certainly is... uh, quite unexpected.

Subconsciously, they had always assumed that anyone Shen Yuxi held in such esteem, someone who could even spur him to push himself, must be an imposing senior expert, perhaps even a legendary figure.

Who could have imagined that the man himself would be a youth whose face still carried a trace