"Eldest Brother, please drink a glass of water."
While Wang Lu struggled in the hellish special training, inside the Pink House on the Spirit Pool Peak, the Ten Thousand Arts Sect team was shrouded in a bleak atmosphere.
Zhan Ziye’s semi-final defeat was a shocking surprise to everyone from the Ten Thousand Arts Sect; the talented genius, the future hundreds of years of hope of the sect had actually lost. Lost to someone with similar cultivation time and comparable background but might as well be their own silly girl. If they had not witnessed it themselves, it would be very hard for them to believe it no matter who told it to them.
This defeat had brought a devastating blow to the morale of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect disciples. They didn’t even remember how exactly they came back from the Cloud Platform to the Pink House. When they could remember again, all they could see was the ashen face of the others, and all were completely speechless.
