Within the cultivation arena, a hush fell; not a sound, you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone wore an expression like they'd just seen a ghost, staring at "Xu Luo," whose back was straight and whose entire body was surrounded by the chilling Netherworld Qi of the moon and a thick, pure bloodline aura.
Was this really the Xu Luo they once knew?
The old Xu Luo always seemed proud, but everyone understood it was just a façade; after long years of being suppressed by comparisons, he'd long since lost all confidence.
Yet... did this confident, spirited look seem anything like someone lacking in self-esteem?
Wait… does this mean he'd been tending his strength all this time?
The old cane-wielding elder glanced at Xu Yeming, his eyes full of appreciation for such rare talent. Though Xu Qing had relied on forbidden medicine to forcibly boost his strength, he was still one of the Xu Family's very best, second only to Xu Luo in terms of pure talent.
