"It should be because of that."
That was his guess, and Luo Jingli, not far away, had reached the same conclusion.
At the same time, she let out a sigh.
"I had thought Jiang Xuan was merely lacking compared to Young Master Zhong Ming in that spirit of 'though ten thousand stand against me, I shall go on.' But now, it seems the gap between them is far greater than I imagined—no, it can no longer be called a gap. It is a chasm."
As she sighed, Luo Jingli also subconsciously glanced at Gong Qingyue beside her.
She did not know why she had looked at Gong Qingyue. Perhaps it was because they were both among the Daozi Academy's three great beauties and naturally invited comparison. Perhaps it was because she knew Gong Qingyue paid considerable attention to Jiang Xuan. Or perhaps she simply wanted to see whether this beauty, as famous as herself, would feel unwilling to accept it in the face of Zhong Ming's utterly crushing performance—after all, the gap between the person she favored and Zhong Ming had already grown large enough to make one despair.
Then she discovered that when Gong Qingyue saw the disturbance in the Sword Pool, her expression had indeed gone blank for an instant.
But soon, something happened that left Luo Jingli speechless.
After her initial shock at the Sword Pool's disturbance, Gong Qingyue seemed to recall something, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
Then, rather than looking toward Zhong Ming at the Fifth Sword Pass like everyone else, she turned her gaze toward Jiang Xuan at the Fourth Sword Pass, her eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.
It was as if this spectacle of ten thousand swords crying out together had been caused by Jiang Xuan.
"..."
This sight left Luo