Ye Futian walked down the stairs and came to Sage Wanxiang and the others.
The others knew what it meant, seeing Ye Futian walking out first. Hua Jieyu went up and held Ye Futian's hand. She felt rather dejected. She had been paying close attention to all that Ye Futian had done: his efforts, persistence, and finally, his achievements. However, in the eyes of the saints of the Eastern State, he still paled in comparison to an heir of sainthood who was being taught by three saints.
"They will know how excellent you are," Hua Jieyu said softly. She had no idea what she should say to console him, but she believed that Ye Futian would, in time, become the brightest light to shine in all of the nine states. She had no desire for fame, but she did not want to see him being looked down on by others like that.
"So what if they do?" Ye Futian ruffled Hua Jieyu's hair and smiled. "Idiot."
