Chapter 558: One Foot In The Grave
The sun had already set but the red glow of dusk remained. The cultivators beneath the Golden stage still didn’t leave. This was a strange scene - did they not leave because of Long Qingyang’s beautiful face or to see if a fight would continue?
Even the older cultivators remained interested.
He was simply too beautiful, especially his moon-like eyes with a pair of bright, crystal pupils. His body was soaking wet but he didn’t look pitiful at all. This only added to his charm.
No man could be this perfect.
The Fifth Disciple of the Grand Tutor, Daoist Ling Luan, took out a red badge then handed it to Feiyun: “You have passed the first round. This is the badge of a prince candidate, a certificate to fight in the first round. Take care of it.”
This powerful old man exuded a deep light from his eyes like two flashing stars.
He accepted the palm-sized badge. It weighed around one hundred pounds, created by a special bronze alloy. He looked and saw the words “Feng Ergou” carved on it. It carried a rhythm unique to Daoist Ling Luan and couldn’t be faked.
After putting it away, he turned his focus towards Long Qingyang who stood there like a victimized woman. This glance only took a second. He quickly averted his attention and walked down the steps.
“Feng Ergou, we’ll meet again on the stage, you won’t be as lucky next time..” He spoke begrudgingly.
He didn’t accept this loss since he never got the chance to show his true power.
At the bottom, Wang Meng and several other disciples from the martial tower came over. The big guy revealed an honest smile: “Thank you, Brother Feng, for saving me. Haha, I’m also a disciple from Grand Southern.”
Too many eyes were here so Feiyun couldn’t say anything that could jeopardize his disguise: “We’ll meet again.”