Seeing the calmness in Zhaang Ye's eyes, the Middle-aged Man in Purple Clothes was slightly surprised. He thought, 'Zhaang Ye is the youngest of this batch of disciples. I never imagined his will would be the most resilient of them all. This is quite unexpected.'
Beyond his surprise, the Middle-aged Man in Purple Clothes also felt a flicker of anticipation. The bloody struggle for the Gathering Flower Fruits would continue for two more days. He was curious to see if Zhaang Ye could maintain this calm state of mind in the time to come.
「The first day passed.」
Zhaang Ye and the other youths could only watch as scene after scene of slaughter unfolded, as life after life vanished in a spray of fresh blood.
