Qi Yuan stood on the stage, his sleeves rustling in the wind.
Could it be... I'm too good-looking?
The opponent was convinced and conceded directly?
Qi Yuan looked at Duan Tianjiao, who had conceded. Well, she was a woman.
It was normal for her to be overwhelmed by his appearance.
As for other people's gazes towards Qi Yuan, he seemed to not notice them.
"In this match, Qi Yuan wins!"
Qi Yuan accepted this outcome justifiably.
Qi Yuan got off the stage.
Other cultivators took turns to show off their martial arts and magic, playing to their heart's content.
Qi Yuan sat among the crowd, feeling sleepy.
King Changshan stroked his beard, with a smile on his face: "Brother Qi, obtaining the top-quality Foundation Establishment Spirit Fruit, the Yellow Flower Fruit, your future is promising."
Qi Yuan was somewhat puzzled: "The competition hasn't ended yet. How does the King know that I'll come out on top?"
King Changshan just smiled and said nothing.
Time quickly passed.
