"Which one is Ye Xuan?"
A dozen people in front, Yuan Hao walked expressionlessly up to Ye Xuan and his companion, scanning both of them in turn, he asked.
"I am."
Ye Xuan smiled slightly and straightforwardly acknowledged, cupping his hands in salute.
Seeing Ye Xuan actually come forward and admit it directly, the dozen or so Yang Hall disciples behind Yuan Hao couldn't help but feel surprised; they didn't know if this kid was too bold or too ignorant.
"Seventh Grade Martial Master? It seems you've gained quite a bit from your trip to the Yang Yuan Pond."
Sensing the fluctuations in Ye Xuan's aura, Yuan Hao's gaze shifted slightly, Ye Xuan was a Sixth Grade Martial Master when he entered, but now, in just a few days, he had managed to advance a whole stage, and it surely wasn't just a coincidence; it must have been the doing of the Yang Yuan Pond.