Long Bohan felt his hand trembling slightly.
It wasn't from nervousness, but from an irrepressible, wild joy.
Lin Ye had shaken his hand.
This gesture meant that the Firewood Martial Hall had seized a decisive advantage.
Long Bohan even started to wonder.
'Is this the chance of a lifetime?'
Long Bohan could already picture it—if he managed to sign Lin Ye today, his future at the Firewood Martial Hall would be wide open!
Lin Ye, however, was oblivious to the grand, tumultuous drama playing out in the mind of the young man before him, who was roughly his own age.
But as he looked at the two clearly distinct groups before him, he understood the situation perfectly.
The larger group was Xinhuo.
And the other group, dressed in dark blue-black uniforms and exuding an unapproachable aura, was Kunlun.
The huge stir he'd caused in *Martial Arts Peak* was all for this very moment.
It looked like he had achieved his objective.
