Aftermath of Finals!

The air in the arena was thick with tension, the aftermath of an intense battle still hanging heavy over the crowd.

Dust swirled around Xue Hua's broken body as she lay on the shattered ground with her bloodied face.

Her once-pristine robes were dirtied, evidence of the fierce struggle she had endured.

The audience caught between admiration and pity, watched in hushed silence, their breaths held as they awaited the next moment. 

Suddenly, the air shimmered, rippling as if the fabric of space itself had been disturbed.

Swoosh! With a blur, Zhang Yuan appeared in the center of the arena and looked down at Xue Hua.

The sight of Xue Hua lying there, battered and vulnerable, caused a faint smile to tug at Zhang Yuan's lips... not one of amusement, but one of quiet pride and reassurance.

Slowly, he crouched down beside her, his movements deliberate and calm, as if the entire world had paused for him alone.