On the arena.
Watching Ye Wu head over to Ling Jue's side, Fire Nether's hand clenched slightly.
They all knew how passionately Ye Wu used to like Ling Jue.
Has this affection truly been completely let go?
Yet Fire Nether pressed his lips tightly, forcibly dispelling all stray thoughts.
Ye Wu had said many times that she hoped he could keep winning until the end!
Even if... she suddenly changed her mind.
Seeing how hard he was working to deliver victory might just make her look at him a few more times.
Fire Nether had never imagined.
That one day, he would place himself in such a humble position.
However.
For Ye Wu, he found sweetness in it.
Gu Lan frowned: "What I long for is a hearty and thorough battle. Won't being so affected hold you back?"
Fire Nether withdrew his gaze, his face cold, but flames were lurking deep in his eyes.
He stepped forward, his voice resolute: "I must win this battle."
