Emerged from the water, the crimson glow surging around Ye Xuan gradually receded, and the fierce and domineering aura on him also dissipated slowly before the likes of Murong Yun and others.
"Ye Xuan, well done—congratulations to you."
Feng Yuan's aged face was filled with smiles, obviously very pleased with Ye Xuan's performance in the Yang Yuan Pond.
"I also have to thank the Hall Master and the Elders for this opportunity."
Ye Xuan quickly clasped his hands in thanks. A place like the Yang Yuan Pond was truly a treasure land for cultivation. If not for such a place, he couldn't have advanced to the Seventh Grade Martial Master in such a short time. Besides his cultivation, his body had undergone thousands of temperings by the Yang Gang energy and had become much stronger than before.
"It's good that you know it. This use of the Yang Yuan Pond means it won't recover for ten years, which is a significant loss for our Yang Hall."