The bloodied Qin Feng, the smitten Jiang Xueqing, the curious celestial being, the appreciative Xia Lin Xuan. Everyone, though silent, wanted to know who this powerful purple-robed youth was. In the muted hall, everyone's gaze fell onto Su Yu.
Su Yu felt a little pressured. He took out his token and tossed it towards Jiang Zhishi. It was a pure silver token, laced with traces of gold.
Jiang Zhishi felt as though he was struck by lightning as he saw the words inscribed on it. He could not believe what he was seeing.
"You are… the Silver King, Su Yu!" Jiang Zhishi remarked in disbelief.
The image of the weak pauper in his mind was gradually overlapping with the elegant, mysterious purple-robed figure he saw before him. He had always found the purple-robed youth familiar. It was only now, when the images overlapped, when he had his eureka moment.
The purple-robed youth was the Silver King, Su Yu! The expressions of the gold students changed.
