As time passed, the cheers in Fenglan Square gradually died down. The other eight Spirit Selectors who had made it into the top ten retreated to their rest areas below the stage, ready to watch the showdown between the biggest dark horse in history and the three-time reigning King.
Xu Fei cheered relentlessly from below, pumping his fist, not caring that the roar of the crowd drowned out his voice. He only sat down slowly once his throat became hoarse. Wan Xian'Er's lively eyes reflected Mu Chen's slender back. Unconsciously, she once again saw his straight, imposing figure overlapping with the image of her father.
