For a long time, Huang Miao had held the second place in the Inner Court Disciples' Martial Strength Ranking. The sudden rise of Fang Bai caught her unprepared.
Although Huang Miao had a good impression of Fang Bai and was happy to see his ascent, she felt a tinge of regret over being replaced on the Inner Court Disciples' Martial Strength Ranking.
Regret aside, Huang Miao harbored no jealousy in her heart.
After all, with Fang Bai's talents, he was bound to soar eventually. This modest Inner Court was too small to contain such a latent dragon.
At this moment, under a sturdy drooping willow tree by the lakeside not far away, a man around thirty stood silently there, his gaze piercing through the crowd and settling on Fang Bai.
The man had a burly figure, with thick brows and tiger-like eyes, exuding a compelling brilliance. He radiated an imposing and formidable aura as if he was a fierce tiger lying in repose, startlingly powerful once he made a move.