Challenging Fang Hui

The battle platform buzzed with activity, bustling with disciples of the sect. The air was alive with excitement, filled with chatter about duels and sect announcements. Among the crowd, two figures stepped onto the scene, drawing attention like a ripple across a still pond.

Xiu Luo and Zhu Jia.

Xiu Luo walked forward with a calm demeanor. His robes were simple, yet his presence carried an undeniable weight, as though he had changed into a completely different person two weeks before when Fang Hui beat him. Zhu Jia's elegance was unmatched. Her flowing robes gleamed faintly with the marks of her cultivation progress, and her sharp eyes surveyed the crowd with an air of quiet authority.

As they approached the platform, whispers began to spread like wildfire.

"Look, it's Xiu Luo … Isn't he the one trash."

"Yes, but why is he walking with Senior Sister Jia."

"What's going on? I thought Senior Sister Jia was helping him due to the feud between her and Fang Hui."