"You've lost!"
Jin Feiyan leaned against the peak's summit, upon the pillar of the stone gate.
A scornful and playful smirk curled at the edge of her lips, her gaze mocking as she watched an utterly confused Zhao Yu.
"..."
Zhao Yu unconsciously took a few steps forward, staring blankly at Jin Feiyan before him, his complexion alternating between ashen and flushed with indescribable brilliance, "Impossible, you must have cheated. I didn't see you at all along the way, how could you possibly win?"
Along the way.
He had employed the ancestral movement technique "Thousand Miles March" and the Tianjian Sect's imposing "Ascending Cloud Leap," his speed unquestionably fast, surpassing the third-place contender by several miles in a hundred-mile race.
But now...
Jin Feiyan, whom he hadn't spotted even once during the race, had surprisingly overtaken him.
How could he believe it?
