He was a figure like a lone wolf roaming the desert, proud and aloof, yet steeped in endless loneliness and icy cold.
He was clearly on a bustling street, yet as he walked with his head lowered and the crowd surged past him like water, Fang Qianyuan distinctly sensed his loneliness and chill.
He came in haste and passed in haste, like a fleeting glimpse of a swan in flight, leaving no definite impression.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Qianyuan lost sight of him. He hurried several steps after him but found nothing, and could not help feeling a hollow sense of loss.
"Were my eyes playing tricks on me?"
In all fairness, Fang Qianyuan did not actually know Ye Tianming very well. His strongest impression of Ye Tianming remained their first meeting, when Ding Long had stood beside him, chattering endlessly about Ye Tianming's background.
But beyond knowing that Ye Tianming was extraordinarily talented, came from a distinguished family, and was a darling of heaven, Fang Qianyuan knew nothing else.
Later, they had faced each other on the Dueling Platform, trading punches and kicks.
After a clash like a dragon battling a tiger, Fang Qianyuan had finally won through his superior physique, taking first place in the Training Institute's selection from him.
Then, during the Sect Grand Tournament, Ye Tianming had suffered an unprecedented defeat. He seemed to have sunk into a trough all at once, and no one mentioned him again. Fang Qianyuan had been busy advancing, defeating powerful opponents one after another, and was even less likely to pay attention to him.
When he looked back and heard news of him again, it was the shocking revelation that he had accidentally killed Ba Ming and fled to escape punishment!
Even so, it had amounted to