At this moment, heaven and earth were silent.
The atmosphere was somewhat delicate.
Gu Qingyan had already understood Chen Xun's attitude. After offering her respects, she left.
Chen Xun watched her retreating figure for a moment, then continued admiring the mountain. Since they would not disturb each other and would treat one another with mutual respect, that was fine too.
Time trickled away bit by bit.
Gu Qingyan did not come again.
Outside the Ancient Academy, Tian Qi had risen to fame in a single battle, but the Ancient Academy had still lost. They were utterly no match for those disciples who had fought their way out of a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea; only in Daoist theory did they have some merit.
However long that battle had lasted, Immortal Ancient had lain sprawled beneath the arena for just as long, so stifled that he could not utter a single word.
He seemed to have become the greatest victim of the Heavenly Pride Battle between both sides.
In the end, he was dragged back by the academy disciples.
Within a mountain range.
Immortal Ancient sat cross-legged before a massive stone wall, his mouth muttering away as though no one knew what he was grumbling about.
He knew Fu Tian was still within the Ancient Academy. He did not dare face anyone now, much less challenge Fu Tian again. At last, he understood how high the heavens were and how deep the earth.
"Haha...!"
Just as Immortal Ancient faced the wall in stifled frustration, an aged and arrogant burst of laughter came from afar. It was a little old man of the Violet Firmament Race, his hair exceptionally lush, making him look like a walking broom.
"Old Dean." Immortal Ancient was in a wretched state, even his battle armor shattered. He spoke