With a wave of Xia Liu's delicate hand, a torrent of energy surged into the stele.
In an instant, the stele radiated brilliantly, engraving Xia Liu's name at the topmost position.
"Haha! Chief Xia, you are mighty!!"
"What an impressive way to leave your name!"
"Terrifying! This is the power of someone who can instantly defeat a Late Stage Innate Martial Artist!"
Xia Liu's flamboyance drew constant cries from the onlookers.
In their excitement, they all regarded Xia Liu as a figure of worship; in the future, surpassing him became their utmost goal!
Ignoring the crowd's excitement, Xia Liu followed Ye Hai back to the manor.
Watching the elegant figure depart, Ye Min tightened his grip on the longsword in his hand.
In the end, he lowered his head.
He realized that he could never compare to anyone, perhaps only by striving in his cultivation he would someday make a renowned name for himself in the Warrior Realm.
Upon returning to the Ye Family manor, it was near twilight.
