After defeating Chu Feng, Fang Han didn't return to his residence. Instead, he headed for the Overall Martial Arts Stele.
Walking toward the plaza where the Overall Martial Arts Stele was located, his steps were unhurried, and his expression was calm and placid.
Only in the depths of his eyes did a faint, sharp glint flicker.
Defeating Chu Feng was a validation of his current strength. It cleared his mind and strengthened his resolve, but he didn't allow himself to revel in the victory.
The path of the Martial Dao is like rowing a boat upstream; a moment of negligence, and you could be overtaken by those who come after.
The speed at which Chu Feng's strength had increased this time had already sounded an alarm for him.
Arriving at the plaza where the White Jade Stele stood, Fang Han walked to about ten feet before it and stopped.
His gaze swept over the newly updated rankings on the stele's face—
Tenth: Fang Han;
Ninth: Chu Feng.
