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Peachy furrowed her eyebrows. She looked Lian Yi in the eyes. Then, without saying anything else, she bowed at the Dragon Saint and turned, flying back to her seat.

Qin Yu hurried to welcome her, “Senior-apprentice sister?”

Peachy shook her head, “I’m fine.”

On the surface, she appeared fine. Besides her expression being a bit more indifferent and her eyes being a little darker, there was nothing wrong with her.

But Lian Yi had been injured.

Even the victor had been wounded. If so, how could Peachy, who had her Ten Mile Peach Forest broken, be completely okay?

The more normal she seemed, the more uneasy Qin Yu felt.

But Peachy didn’t want to say more and it wouldn’t be appropriate to question her further in the current situation. He could only take a breath and suppress these thoughts.

He turned and looked up at the arena. Lian Yi floated in the air, distantly looking back at him. After he defeated Peachy, he stood there with his hands held behind his back, his black robes swirling around him as a formidable aura surged from him.

He looked at Qin Yu and smiled. With a calm yet strong posture, he slowly said, “Everyone, is there anyone who would...