Buzz!
Just as everyone was craning their necks in anticipation, the light before the tower suddenly flared, and a figure appeared out of nowhere.
"They're here... they're here!"
At the sight of the figure, everyone's faces flushed red. As though injected with chicken blood, they shoved and surged forward, about to rush over.
"No, that doesn't seem to be... Young Master Pei Yang!"
As the figure gradually became clear and walked slowly out, the Formation's light kept them from seeing who it was at first. But judging by the person's build, they had already realized it could not be Pei Yang.
"What... are you all doing?"
Just as they were wondering, a puzzled voice rang out. The figure then stepped completely out of the light, revealing a face full of confusion.
"You're... Yong Xian?"
Recognizing that face, everyone was dumbfounded.
The one who had appeared before them was neither Pei Yang nor Zi Chong, but... Yong Xian, whom they had believed had long since died in the first three trials.
At this moment, sword qi flowed nimbly around Yong Xian, lending him an airy, unrestrained bearing. Compared to the stiffness he had displayed when entering the tower, the difference was like heaven and earth. It was precisely because of this that no one dared believe it.
"Yes. Why are you all gathered here?"
Yong Xian looked curiously at the crowd, who seemed as though they had seen a ghost.
What was wrong with these people?
When he had entered the tower earlier, not one of them had paid him any attention. Yet now so many had come out to welcome him, wearing those expressions... What were they trying to do?
"You... passed the first three trials?"
While Yong Xian was puzzled, a startled voice rang out.
The fact that he