A gentle mountain breeze swept across the silent field.
The candidates for the Ten Greats were all the cream of the crop of the younger generation, yet now, every single one of them was injured.
Yet Ning Jiang, the cause of it all, stood with his clothes unstained by blood and a tranquil expression, as if he had nothing to do with any of it.
"Thank you for showing mercy."
After an unknowable period of silence, someone sighed and spoke slowly.
These words served as a reminder to the others.
Indeed, if Ning Jiang hadn't held back, they would all be corpses by now.
Though all of them were injured, their wounds would heal in ten to fifteen days and wouldn't prevent them from attending the annual gathering.
Because of this, they found it impossible to hate Ning Jiang; instead, they felt a sense of gratitude.
