The others joined in the teasing, and a chorus of knowing clicks of the tongue rose at once.
Their eyes held teasing, but mostly admiration and relief, along with nostalgia.
Such youthful, pure friendship was a rare treasure, free of the interference of changing circumstances, the complications of vested interests, and the fractures of separation in life and death.
It was so beautiful that everyone wanted to return to that time, to make out faces that might already have blurred in their memories beneath the golden afternoon sunlight, and experience that frank, pure care once more.
He Chuan and the others rose and stepped aside, and a path leading to the Withered Glory Theatre stretched to their feet.
"All right, enough teasing. Go on. Explore, record, and leave behind a legend of your own."
The fifth- and sixth-tier seniors stood on either side, watching Ye Buyu and the others as though gazing at a flower in full bloom, or passing them an invisible baton.
Telling them that the unknown road ahead was now theirs to travel.
Qi Qingyu picked up the microphone and looked toward the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the final winners of the Awakened League have been decided, and the top six places are confirmed. Congratulations to the Hold Up the Heavens Team for claiming every spot!"
The spectators, who had been holding back for so long, erupted into waves of applause.
"Hold Up the Heavens, you're fucking awesome!"
Shouts that cracked with strain mingled with thunderous applause, echoing throughout the Venue.
The six turned to look back. Dazzling fireworks soared into the sky, scattering brilliant colors that turned into a sky full of falling blossoms.
Beautiful and romantic.
"I thought that was the end of it." Ye Buyu raised her hand to catch the petals dancing through