"No wonder Great-Grandfather valued him so highly before, even having Yao Yue approach him personally. So he had such an astonishing trump card..."
Her long, fair right leg swayed gently, and a look of understanding settled over the lovely face of Yao Ye, the army commander.
"Heavenly Flames..."
In the VIP seats, Ya Fei had been resting her delicate cheek on her hand, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young man standing in the square beneath everyone's gaze.
Her alluring face looked slightly dazed, and a strange gleam flickered in her eyes.
Now, however, she lightly bit her red lip. Listening to everyone's teasing, Ya Fei forced down the wine-like flush on her lovely face, then sighed and shook her head.
To think his fight with Mu Zhan that day hadn't even shown his full strength?
Ya Fei truly could not fathom just what that once-immature youth had experienced in less than two short years...
To have grown by such leaps and bounds in so little time, reaching a level that left even Dou Huang experts marveling.
Could it... all be because of her?
Turning her head slightly, Ya Fei looked at Nalan Yanran beside her and could not help murmuring inwardly.
Gazing at the young man who had become the focus of almost the entire venue, Nalan Yanran pressed her red lips together, countless thoughts surging through her heart.
At this moment, he had undoubtedly become Jia Ma's sole hope of contending with that mysterious Gray-Robed Youth!
Single-handedly turning back the raging tide-such heroic spirit was truly the mark of a great hero, a true man!
She recalled how Yan Xiao had not only distinguished himself at the Alchemist Tournament, but had also fought her to a standstill when they sparred.
He had even saved her grandfather