The crowd stared grimly at Wen Qingye. Everyone present was a prodigy from their respective country, blessed with extraordinary talent and strength. Yet, they had never heard of this young man before them, whose power was terrifyingly high. For a moment, they were all stunned into silence.
Zhangg Jing stepped forward, looked at Wen Qingye, and smiled. "Are you Wen Tongyu from the Celestial Martial Country?"
Wen Qingye smiled faintly. "Wen Qingye! I trust you won't forget this name again."
"Wen Qingye?" Zhangg Jing's brow furrowed. The surrounding crowd all looked at Wen Qingye, their minds racing. But after a long moment of thought, none of them had any recollection of that name.
At this moment, Jiangg Tian walked up, looked at Wen Qingye, and said, "Brother Wen, there's only one Snow Lotus left, and there are so many of us here..."
