"If Ye Chengtian can gain that person's favor, our Ye Family would truly rise to prominence."
The yellow-robed elder sighed softly. Ye Chengtian was the top talent of the Ye Family and had a fair reputation within the Beiming Domain. But in front of that person, he was utterly insignificant.
"Don't think too much about it. Even our ancestor looks up to that person."
The gray-robed, horse-faced man said.
"Indeed."
The yellow-robed elder replied.
At this moment, on the arena, the clash between Hu Xueqi and Wei Zheng was intensifying. Sparks flew whenever their swords met.
Ssh!
Hu Xueqi's body suddenly jerked backward, but the longsword in his hand thrust towards Wei Zheng's chest, the tip exuding a three-foot sword aura. It tore through the air, creating white waves.
Ding!
