Soon, under the healing effects of the Gu Clan Elder's medicinal pill, color gradually returned to Gu Jing's pale face. His defeat at Hun Changqing's hands, despite possessing a god-grade bloodline and fighting on the Gu Clan's home ground, had left the spectators' eyes nearly popping from their sockets and dealt a crushing blow to the clan's reputation. Regardless, the Coming-of-Age Ceremony had to continue.
After Gu Jing was taken out of the arena, the same Gu Clan Elder's voice rang out once more.
"Next, Gu Xun'er of the Gu Clan."
As the announcement fell, a captivating figure who had been sitting in the Gu Clan's seating area gracefully rose and slowly made her way down toward the arena, her expression indifferent.
Gu Jing, who had already been escorted back to the Gu Clan's seats, watched that captivating figure approach. A flicker of fervor crossed his eyes, mingled with bitterness. After a moment's hesitation, he slowly raised his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Xun'er."
Yet she offered no response whatsoever. She would not even spare him the word "Trash!" Instead, she ignored him entirely and swept coldly past him.
Watching her merciless retreating figure, Gu Jing's outstretched hand froze in midair. Suddenly, he felt that Gu Xun'er was so very far away. At that moment, he looked like a beaten dog.
He slowly withdrew his hand and lowered his head, his expression darkening. Where no one could see, a glint of madness gathered and churned in his eyes.
In the arena, almost every gaze converged on Gu Xun'er's captivating figure the instant she appeared, taking in that face like a goddess's.
Many in the stands felt their hearts pound violently and held their breath. They felt that even the stale air they exhaled would be an unforgivable desecration