The two simple words weighed heavily on everyone’s heart. All eyes turned to the other four youth sovereigns hovering in midair; they were the only ones who could challenge Lu Yun now.

The world had fallen silent. All eyes were now on the youth in high spirits at the center of the Spiritrial Arena. Full of pride, Qing Han looked straight at Lu Yun and was met in turn with a bright smile. The imperial envoy quickly looked away, face flushed.

Weird, why is he blushing? A strange feeling rose from Lu Yun’s heart. For a quick second there, there’d been something familiar about Qing Han, but the inklings of a thought scattered as four sources of powerful battle intent locked on him.

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