Brewing using the Palm

"The winning title has yet to be confirmed. Isn't it too early to be congratulating her?"

A burst of loud laughter erupted from afar. Under the support of a mysterious force, it broke through the barrier and made everyone here frown.

All of those elders' irises restricted. They didn't think the in-comer would be able to send voice into the barrier. That wasn't something anyone could do.

Too early?

The situation was pretty obvious by now. Other than Hong Zhuang Luo, who else had the right to have the winning title?

Everyone frowned and sought out the voice.

They saw a man in black walk forward slowly. He looked around 17 to 18 with a very ordinary face. Though the composition of his face was so simple that he would never stand out in a crowd, his temperament was out of the world, similar to the descendant of a god.

It was Ling Xian.

He saw that the competition had yet to end and sighed in relief. A smile also crawled onto his lips.