Fang Qianyuan surveyed his surroundings, taking in every expression on the faces around him.
Finally, he turned toward Hua Wuhen, who had fallen into a stupor of shock and disbelief and could not pull himself out of it.
"Impossible... impossible!"
"How can even this fail to hurt you!"
He had been supremely confident, expecting to defeat Fang Qianyuan the moment he stepped forward, make a flawless debut, and win thunderous applause.
Those talented experts before him had failed because they were too weak. He, Hua Wuhen, was different.
But he had never imagined that when he took the field himself, the result would still be the same.
For someone who thought himself extraordinary, this was utterly unacceptable.
An indescribable resentment suddenly welled up in Hua Wuhen's heart. Forcing down his dejection, he actually unleashed another Divine Ability.
"Oh?" Fang Qianyuan abandoned the thought of immediately striking back. He wanted to see what other tricks Hua Wuhen had.
This time, no savage attack appeared as before. In its place came a dreamlike spiritual radiance.
The peach blossom spirit atop the peach tree waved her long sleeves. Peach blossoms danced through the air, their falling petals a riot of color. The scenery before Fang Qianyuan suddenly changed, and he found himself in an exquisitely beautiful peach grove filled with drifting blossoms.
"An illusion?" Fang Qianyuan smiled calmly.
This was not the first illusion he had encountered, so he recognized it at once.
Rather than panic, Fang Qianyuan walked slowly forward, strolling through the beautiful peach grove.
Suddenly, melodious zither music drifted out from deep within the grove.
Curious, Fang Qianyuan followed the sound. In the grove, he saw a breathtaking woman in red sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, an ancient zither laid across her knees. Her jade-white fingers lightly plucked its