Ye Wushuang continued to walk, his expression calm and composed. In a short while, he had surpassed most of the prodigies and was closing in on the Celestial Prides.
He drew the attention of others as he passed one figure after another.
In the crowd, Gu Chenfeng was near the front, far ahead of most. But as he watched Ye Wushuang's receding figure, a sense of bitter indignation suddenly welled up within him.
That familiar back was unforgettable. It belonged to the young man who had given him two slaps and told him to "get lost." He was only at the Rebirth Level, yet he had already surpassed him, dealing a heavy blow to his pride.
"So fast! He... he seems to be walking slowly, but his steps are so effortless. Now he's already keeping pace with the Celestial Prides."
The eyes of the crowd below followed Ye Wushuang's figure all the way to the very front. Their pupils constricted in disbelief.
