The tournament had come to an end, and the surging crowds gradually dispersed as well.
This Nascent Soul Division final had left most people feeling somewhat disappointed.
They had thought they would see spells capable of destroying heaven and earth, witness dazzling clashes of spiritual power, yet in the end, it had been an utterly pure display of technical domination.
There had been no flashy moves, no majestic outpouring of spiritual power—only precise, ruthless control of the body. Those who understood found it thrilling to the core; those who did not found it utterly dull.
For true experts, and cultivators versed in body techniques and joint locks, this had undoubtedly been a textbook-level duel. But for spectators who only wanted excitement and grand spectacles, there was nothing much to talk about. As they left, disappointment inevitably showed on their faces.
Shen Yuxi stood where he was, watching Yu Xiao True Person carry Chu Shihan away. Only after the two figures had completely vanished at the end of his sight did he slowly withdraw his gaze.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands—the pair that had just steadily supported his senior brother now hung empty at his sides, his fingertips still retaining that person's warmth.
He curled his fingers, then slowly loosened them and lowered his eyes.
"It was time to go back."
He had just lifted a foot to leave when a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his sleeve. Shen Yuxi's body jolted to a halt, his step forcibly frozen in midair.
He turned and met a face veiled in gauze. The fabric was soft, its translucent material tightly covering the entire eye area. Only the faint outline of the eyelids beneath could be seen, lending her an added air of mystery.
Even more