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Qin Wentian stood there, his head raised to look at the empty sky. The youth’s elegant face was calm and indifferent, with the slightest hint of a sunny smile. It seemed like he carried with him a strong sense of self-confidence.

The sun’s brilliant rays reflected off of his handsome face, strengthening his looks. At the moment, this youth seemed to possess an extraordinary charm.

“Such a handsome fellow.” Currently, from the direction of the Mo Clan, Mo Qingcheng’s father couldn’t help but smile as he saw the youth’s glowing face. “The Qin Clan had such a son, it’s rather rare to encounter a youth who managed to walk through trials and hardships with his own strength and hard work, to finally stand here on Chu Country’s largest stage. I hope that he can bring about a miracle.”

The Mo Clan gave their blessings to Qin Wentian.

“He will.” Mo Qingcheng gently smiled. Right now, Qin Wentian was really quite good-looking.