Unrequited love

The crowd erupted into murmurs as Xiu Luo stood on the sparring platform, victorious yet composed. His opponent Fang Hui, sprawled on the ground, groaned in defeat, clutching his side.

As Fang Hui was helped off the stage by his lackeys, an elder stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Xiu Luo. The elder appeared outwardly neutral, but his sharp eyes glinted with warning as inwardly he is also the supporter of Fang Hui's grandfather but the latter remained calm as there are other elders present watching secretly. Xiu Luo's Luo's expression remained calm, even though he felt uncomfortable under the gaze.

Feeling uncomfortable Xiu Luo turned to leave the stage as he had achieved his goal, securing his position among the top nine disciples, and there was no reason to linger. But just as he stepped off the platform, a deep voice echoed in his mind, stopping him in his tracks. 'A voice transmission.'

'Xiu Luo.' The tone was stern, 'Do you know what kind of attention you have drawn.'