In a corner of the stands.
At first, Daoist Qingping sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, tending to his injuries and working hard to absorb the elixir in his stomach.
His face was pale as paper, and his chest ached faintly. Rogue Person Hunshan's blow had nearly taken most of his life.
But at some point, he quietly "awoke."
He had not truly awakened; rather, the commotion in the arena had disturbed his mind, making it impossible to immerse himself in healing any longer.
He opened his eyes and looked toward the Dharma Arena.
Then-he could no longer look away.
His gaze was visibly dazed, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled involuntarily. Clearly, he could no longer conceal his inner turmoil.
For Daoist Qingping had happened to witness one utterly inconceivable, horrifying scene after another in the arena. His already pale face grew several shades paler, almost like wax paper.
Fang Yuan-was actually this powerful!
He had easily slain Rogue Person Hunshan, a Core Formation Early Stage Peak cultivator who had nearly killed him.
He had awed the entire arena and cowed the cultivators of the Nine Seas Merchant Association.
Even True Person Feng Yue and Rogue Person White Cloud, both Core Formation Middle Stage cultivators, had heeded his words and shown him deference.
Yet he himself had once questioned such a man and tried to eavesdrop on his conversation with True Person Dong-
"Hiss!"
Daoist Qingping sucked in a sharp breath. He felt as though he had sunk into the deep sea, surrounded by cold darkness, unable to breathe, filled with despair.
What did it mean to have a knack for courting death?
This was it!
The other cultivators were already privately calling Fang Yuan an old devil. Could he possibly repay resentment with kindness