A way healing oneself

As she walked away, Zhu Jia form gradually disappearing into the distance, Fang Hui remained where he had fallen, his body bruised and aching, but it was the sting of defeat that hurt the most. His hands clenched into fists, digging into the dirt beneath him as he struggled to contain the turmoil within.

The sound of the crowd's murmurs, once distant and meaningless, now felt like salt in the wound. Their whispers, their pitying look, cut deeper than any blade. Fang Hui gritted his teeth as he vowed in his mind, fierce and unyielding. "I will make you pay for this," he silently swore, his voice a harsh whisper that carried the weight of his resolve. "This humiliation... I will repay it tenfold."

In the crowd there stood two people Zhang Wei and Wang Ling looking at the scene unfolded in front of them on the battle stage. "Senior brother what is her cultivation." Wang Ling asked the latter.

"I don't know." Replied Zhang Wei "There is a treasure which is hiding her cultivation."