Above the white clouds.
The Sect Master of the Divine Wind Sword Sect, holding a teacup, froze mid-air.
He had originally thought that Bai Chunfeng, being a prodigy in his own right and possessing a higher cultivation level than Mo Ying, would at least last three hundred rounds before a victor emerged, even if he were not her match.
But the result was that after just a few rounds, Bai Chunfeng was defeated.
Was the gap really that large?
The Sect Master of the Divine Wind Sword Sect was speechless.
Ye Feng, on the other hand, gave a faint smile.
He was very confident in Mo Ying's strength.
In an equal-level battle, there were very few who could defeat her, and even though Mo Ying's current cultivation level wasn't high, once she became a high-rank cultivator, she would definitely become one of Misty Sect's top combat forces.
"It was just a fluke!"
Despite feeling happy, Ye Feng still appeared very modest and showed no sign of pride.
In the air.
"I have lost!"
