Su Yue's figure finally appeared on the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge.
The entire crowd erupted into cheers. The West Martial students were especially loud, and some of the more sentimental ones were already streaming with tears.
Twenty-one tides.
Su Yue hadn't just broken the Daoist sect's Bai Ziqing's record of seventeen—he had surpassed it by a full four tides. It was utterly terrifying.
It was a miracle so immense it bred despair. Who could possibly break this in the future? Perhaps, this record would stand for eternity.
As Su Yue walked down, Mu Cheng hurriedly ran up to him, using a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. Even though he wasn't really sweating, having a lover by his side who cared for him—wasn't this exactly what love was about? Su Yue felt wonderfully refreshed from head to toe.
