"The ultimate victor of the family competition... Li Quanyi!"
The girl stood on the arena, her face blank as she listened to the cheers like a tidal wave coming from all directions.
All the clanspeople were cheering for her, shouting her name.
Yet Li Quanyi only felt waves of shame.
She was the one who had won the championship, but why didn't she feel any happiness at all?
Below the arena, Li Quanqing wiped the blood residue from the corner of his mouth, smiling brightly and radiantly, fame and skill well concealed.
He looked around at the crowd, his eyes lit up, and made a beeline for Li Quangeng's direction.
Li Quangeng also noticed his movement, his expression somewhat unnatural, proactively squeezing towards an area with fewer people.
"Here, the eight hundred low-grade spirit stones I owe you."
Sword Cultivators are good in this regard; a spit and a promise, they always strive to fulfill what they have agreed to.
