The courtyard buzzed with tension. Disciples gathered on the roofs, hiding in trees, peeking from windows. Word of the clash between Han Yu and Jian Yao spread like wildfire.
It was unknown whether this was intentional, spread by Murong Xie's underlings or accidental due to Jiao Yao's explosive energy. Regardless of whatever it may be, this was bound to bring Han Yu a fortune of Eight Emotions Energy.
Li Mei stood to the side, arms crossed, already regretting not bringing popcorn.
Jian Yao stepped forward, calm and collected, his cultivation flaring subtly—Late Stage Qi Refining Realm. The spiritual pressure he exuded caused cracks to form in the flagstones beneath his feet.
Han Yu, by contrast, looked as if he'd just rolled out of bed. His robes were slightly wrinkled, and he still had peach juice on his chin.
"You sure you're ready?" Jian Yao asked.
"Mentally, spiritually, and emotionally," Han Yu replied, cracking his neck. "Especially emotionally."
