The fringe trees formed forests, with petals pure and immaculate, hanging like tassels, cloud-like and snow-like, blooming magnificently, swaying in the wind.
Ren Yiping coughed up blood, encountering here the elite disciples who were dependent on him; they looked at each other in silence, for they all knew what had happened, driven out of the game by the same person.
They were now approaching the exit, their footsteps heavy, faintly hearing the lively discussions outside.
Outside the Luofu Immortal Mountain Ruins, some people wore smiles, while others were silent, all waiting for the final outcome.
"The situation has become very clear now, it's time to transform the advantage into victory, Ren Yiping, Luo Qingge, Jiang Shengyu..."
Hearing others mention his name, Ren Yiping coughed up blood again, feeling he had let his sect down, as a loser, destined to be scrutinized with different eyes upon exiting.
