Su Yin didn't pay much attention to the flashing swords and sabers on the stage. She didn't recognize any of them anyway. Only Qi Ye was there, but he was at the end of the list, so there was no need to rush. Thinking of this, Su Yin silently turned her attention to Rong Hua and the Third Master.
Looking at the graceful Rong Hua and the gray-haired Third Master sitting side by side, one was young and graceful, the other was already old. Rong Hua could actually sit side by side with such an old man. All this symbolized Rong Hua's incomparable outstanding status in Shenghan. Seeing this, Su Yin couldn't help but ponder again, what kind of young talent Rong Hua must have been when he was young to be treated like this today.
And what about herself, his only disciple now? Su Yin couldn't help but ask herself, "Alas, it's pointless to overthink." Su Yin shook her head, not wanting to think too much. She looked up at the disciples fighting each other on the stage. Whether she could pass this level today was still a question. For some reason, she knew very well who would be the last one standing on the stage.
Seeing his senior brother watching the competition intently, Rong Hua sighed softly. He had never cared about these things. Many of the disciples on the stage were his disciples, so it was understandable that he cared about them. But he himself… thinking about this, Rong Hua tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Su Yin, who was standing next to him.
Su Yin was standing upright and attentively on the stage, seemingly watching the competition intently. However, Rong Hua's lips curled up slightly, barely perceptible. Knowing her well, the more serious his disciple appeared, the more she was likely lost in her thoughts. So, in his opinion, she was most likely in a trance. He had already been fooled countless times by this very trick of his, so how could he not know? Thinking of this, Rong Hua turned his head away again, no longer looking at her. Indeed, this competition was so boring, he really did need to let his mind wander for a while.
At this moment, Su Yin also knew what her beloved master was doing without even thinking about it. Others did not understand the inner qualities beneath the beautiful appearance of her handsome master, but didn't she understand? Her master seemed extremely solemn on the surface, but in fact, he didn't care about anything. He was a young talent, and his path to cultivating immortals was rare and smooth. Now he was a hundred years old, and it was difficult for him to pay attention to anything.
As she thought and thought, listening to the constant noise coming from the stage, Su Yin couldn't help but feel her eyes widen, her head dizzy, and her body swaying. She staggered and fell asleep, even falling asleep during Qi Ye's game. However, she was able to fall asleep in such a situation thanks to her good classroom foundation...
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She didn't know how long she was in a daze. She vaguely heard someone calling her name, and her consciousness suddenly became clearer.
"...The previous competition has concluded. Now, please welcome Ling Yun's disciple Su Yin to compete."
Ai? It was her turn. Su Yin was startled and suddenly realized. She looked carefully. On the stage, on that white jade stage, there was a young man with a proud and elegant demeanor, elegant white clothes, standing proudly. Who else could it be but Rong Jing?
Rong Jing, have we finally reached the last step?
Looking at the expressionless young man on the stage, Su Yin prepared to go on stage without thinking too much. It seemed that his injury had healed long ago. After all, he was Rong Jing. With his cultivation level and the fact that any elixirs would be sent to him first, it had been some time, so he must have healed long ago.
At this moment, everyone in Shenghan focused their attention on the two figures. Su Yin slowly moved towards the man, walking slowly and firmly, facing the high-spirited young man opposite her step by step.
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