The setting sun dipped in the west, its golden afterglow scattered across the sky like a golden waterfall, falling upon Mount Tian, where the golden sparkles complemented the pure white snow in stunning natural beauty.
Within a wooden hut of the Tian Shan Sword Sect—
Leng Feng lay on the ground with a swollen face and lifeless eyes, staring at the ceiling motionlessly, like a living dead person.
He had remained in this position all afternoon—ever since the competition ended at noon, he had been like this after returning to the wooden hut.
All of this was because today's battle had dealt him an overly heavy blow... overly heavy!
As the most exceptional genius of the younger generation in the Yanhuang Organization, he was directly taken in as a disciple by Yan, enjoying a prestigious status within the organization. Wherever he went, he was admired by his peers, and even the elders treated him with great courtesy.
