Yun Qianyue showed no surprise or joy at this result. A faint, contemplative look merely flickered in the depths of her eyes before she sheathed her sword and silently stepped back.
Her gaze inadvertently swept over Fang Han's name, hanging high at the 119th position, and for a moment, the corners of her lips under the purple veil tightened slightly.
"Not bad."
A look of approval appeared in Elder Chen Xuan's eyes. He gave Yun Qianyue a slight nod, then turned his gaze to Li Feng.
Li Feng strode forward, cradling his long saber, his eyes cold and sharp.
The movements he made to write his name were clean and crisp, carrying the keen edge of a blade.
He then took a step back, drew a deep breath, and a sharp glint erupted in his eyes.
"CLANG!"
The long saber was drawn with formidable force, unleashing a brilliant, cold gleam. The wind from the blade was sharp and bone-chilling.
