After stepping down from the arena and returning to his seat, Lin Dong wore a rather complicated expression.
Ever since his father had been carried back from the Lin Clan all those years ago, with most of his cultivation crippled and even walking sometimes difficult...
His happy childhood had left him behind.
While his peers played on the Back Mountain, he had trained desperately, day after day for years, all to avenge his father!
Now that he had finally fulfilled that wish, he felt the burden that had weighed on his heart for years lift at last.
At this moment, his heart felt an unparalleled lightness and release.
But he would not slacken because of it.
Before, he had cultivated desperately for revenge.
Now, however, he could do it for himself. From now on, he would cultivate to see higher, more magnificent horizons!
At this moment, Lin Dong was immersed in his own inner world, his expression shifting as he sat in silence.
Beside him, Ziyue held his hand in her soft palm. She said nothing either, simply keeping him quiet company.
Hun Changqing did not disturb them. Just as he was about to meditate in his seat, the Yuan Sect elder's voice suddenly rang out from the arena.
"Great Yan Dynasty, Lin Changqing!"
Everyone froze at those words. Even Hun Changqing himself was somewhat taken aback.
His previous opponent had conceded without the slightest hesitation upon seeing him.
He had thought he could easily claim the championship without lifting a finger. He had not expected anyone to dare challenge him.
If someone dared challenge an opponent one or two minor realms above them, that proved they possessed courage and resolve.
But if the gap was as vast as a chasm and they still stubbornly charged ahead, they truly