Silence ensued, and all that could be heard was the evening breeze blowing through the mountain and making her sleeves flutter.
The slender young man standing on the mountain suddenly straightened his back and confronted the fiends. The key was that he didn't lose to the fiends in terms of presence.
When the three elders saw this from mid-air, they were shocked.
"I-is this… really my student, Chu Yue?" stammered Elder Wan Zheng while feeling his throat go dry. However, he wanted to give himself a slap on the mouth as soon as he said that. What nonsensical question is that?! Who else can he be but my precious student?! Just look at that face, body, and presence! And that Chi Xiao Sword! That's my precious student!
"Eighth stage… He really broke through to become a stage-eight warrior!" Elder Bo Yan muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with shock.