"Don't sleep tonight. I'll come find you."
The words still rang in Li Xiang's ears.
Li Xiang sighed inwardly, though his face betrayed nothing. He could not help grumbling to himself: Whatever it is, can't you come openly in broad daylight? Do you have to sneak into my room in the middle of the night?
How many times had this happened now?
First Zhang Yunshang, then Haitang, and now even a grown man was pulling this midnight-intruder routine.
If Ye Qingyao and Qin Zhong caught them, two men alone in a room in the dead of night, Li Xiang would never wash away the misunderstanding even if he jumped into the Desolate River.
But Xiang Tiange had already cut off the voice transmission, leaving Li Xiang no chance to refuse or negotiate.
Li Xiang put the matter aside and looked toward the stands. It was as though he had given a signal: the emotions held in check around the arena erupted at once.
"He won! Li Xiang of Shocking Heron Martial Hall!"
"Top of the First Realm rankings!"
"..."
Cheers surged from every stand like a tidal wave, the roar so powerful that it sent ripples across the defensive Formation's barrier around the Arena.
In a world that revered strength, people held nothing back in their admiration for the strong.
Rogue Cultivators, scions of great families, and those attached to the Warlords alike shouted at the top of their lungs.
Li Xiang's victory alone was enough to go down in history.
"With that kind of fighting power, what Peerless Prodigy? He's clearly a Supreme Prodigy!"
Some eminent elder in the crowd, no one knew which faction he belonged to, flushed red with excitement as he delivered his verdict on Li Xiang's strength.
"Exactly! He withstood the Celestial Master Mansion's Thunder