Si Ma Xin’s return attracted a lot of people’s attention. Among them were two people who Su Ming did not notice. One of them was the fourth summit’s Han Fei Zi.
She was wearing a white robe and stood on the mountain with a demeanor as cold as ice. Her expression was calm when she looked at the Seven Colored Mountain in the sky, though no one knew what she was thinking about.
Yet the occasional frosty glint in her eyes showed that she harbored a certain degree of animosity towards Si Ma Xin. That animosity was perhaps different from Han Cang Zi’s. It was a scrutinizing look towards a rival.
The other person whom Su Ming did not take note of was the third summit’s Han Cang Zi.
She stood on the third summit with the beautiful, oval shaped faced woman by her side.
They saw Si Ma Xin, heard the people’s cheers, and saw the light from the Seven Colored Mountain falling on their bodies.
