Ye Jianfeng stood to one side, watching Yang Fan with a grave expression.
Wen Yushui, meanwhile, lowered her head, her expression complicated and dejected.
Ye Jianfeng spoke. "Brother Yang, you really have been hiding your strength well."
As he looked at Yang Fan, waves had already begun to stir in his heart.
That vague feeling from before had indeed been right. Yang Fan's strength had even exceeded his expectations.
Only half of the first semester of freshman year had passed, yet Yang Fan had already broken into the top one million of the Primordial Battlefield. That speed had far surpassed both him and Sima Pang.
At their level, they already ranked among the best Human Prodigies, but Yang Fan's potential was even greater. If he took another step forward, he might even be rated as a Peerless Monster.
Thinking of this, Ye Jianfeng reined in some of the confidence that came from being a genius.
He rose and raised his glass. "Congratulations, Brother Yang."
Seeing this, Sima Pang immediately stood with a grin. "Right, right, right, congratulations! But don't make it so formal. We're all brothers.
As he spoke, he directly handed Yang Fan another glass of wine. "Come, let's drink together."
The three clinked glasses and drained them in one go. The atmosphere finally warmed up completely.
But Wen Yushui, seated nearby, seemed somewhat awkward. She lowered her head and said nothing.
At Primordial Academy, potential was almost equivalent to status.
Among the three of them, she had now clearly fallen a step behind.
A few months ago, she had still been everyone's "Little Sister Wen." Now, a distance had formed between them.
The reality of Primordial City had always been more direct and colder than the outside world.
Returning to his seat, Sima Pang held his tray and