Xi Yue suddenly stood up, her eyes locked on the man who had just appeared in the arena. It felt like a loud buzzing filled her ears, pulling all her thoughts away.
The man standing on the platform wore a deep purple robe adorned with cloud patterns, his long black hair tied up with a jade crown. Despite the simplicity of his attire, it captivated the crowd’s attention, leaving tens of thousands of spectators enchanted.
The man before her was breathtakingly handsome, with sharp brows, eyes that shimmered like starlight, a perfectly sculpted nose, and enticingly thin lips. His features came together to form an extraordinary visage that could enchant any woman.
On the other side, the once dashing and handsome Maverick Swordsman now seemed like a mere trinket in comparison to the man before them. It was as if he stood in contrast to a gem next to rubble, or a firefly against the blazing sun—an astonishing difference that left no doubt about who truly commanded attention.
From the viewing platform, a woman’s piercing screams suddenly rang out.
“Oh my goodness, is he really [0]? I thought 0 was supposed to be an old man over 50. How could he be this handsome?”
“I thought the Maverick Swordsman was really something, but now, looking at [0]… there’s just no comparison.”
“I’ve decided to support [0] from now on. As for the Maverick Swordsman, I don’t even know him!”
“How is the ranking for the bachelor rank determined? Shouldn’t [0] be in the top spot?”
Some older individuals, who had been involved in the Spirit Refining Domain for many years, couldn’t help but let out sighs of disbelief and admiration.
“I can’t believe that after all these years, [0] hasn’t changed a bit in appearance.”
“His strength was always unfathomable, and even now that I’ve advanced to the Tribulation Stage, I still can’t gauge the depth of his cultivation.”
The crowd below buzzed with chatter, creating a noisy atmosphere. On the stage, [0] held a long sword, his expression icy and his robes billowing as if he were a celestial being. The Maverick Swordsman wore a sour expression, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. He sneered contemptuously, “So the legend and the myth of the Spirit Refining Domain’s combat arena achieved his glory through looks alone—just a pretty boy, after all.”
Despite the clamor and noise all around, not a single word reached Xi Yue’s ears.
She stood there in a daze, fixated on the familiar figure of the man on stage. His face was deeply etched into her soul. All her thoughts were drained away, leaving only the name echoing in her mind. “Nangong Yu… Nangong Yu!”
The face of [0] standing on the stage was strikingly identical to that of Nangong Yu, who should have long since vanished from the world.
Since the battle atop Cang Mountain, countless days and nights have slipped by, each minute and second stretching endlessly.
She thought she had moved on from the pain and despair of her past, believing it was time to cultivate the Circle of Life with calm determination. As she empowered the pagoda fruit, she waited for the day she could revive them.
Yet, upon seeing Nangong Yu today, she felt the depth of the pain in her heart and the intensity of her longing and desire for this man.
Nangong Yu, Nangong Yu, do you know how hard I tried to find you?
Nangong Yu, do you know how much I miss you and how much I want to throw myself into your arms and cry?
All rational thought vanished from Xi Yue’s mind as she instinctively wanted to fly up to the stage, but Lin Zhi grabbed her arm just in time.
“7, what’s wrong with you? You can’t just wander away from your spot in the arena. Doing so will be seen as trying to cause chaos by the Spirit Refining Domain, and you’ll face a terrifying soul attack as punishment.”
Xi Yue stopped in a daze and was dragged back to her original position by Lin Zhi.
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