บท 865: Fellow Sect Brothers on the Battle Platform

Feather King’s wings flickered, he transformed into a beam of violet-gold light, instantly returning to his seat at the banquet.

Gu Zhantian brought along his disappointment with him as he walked back to the location where the people of the Cloud Prefecture were gathered at. The halo of light he seemingly emanated as the top ranker of the Cloud Prefecture, as well as his arrogance, dimmed perceptibly after his defeat to Feather King.

"Feather King is from the Winged Devil Race, the strongest in the Western Prefecture and he only won narrowly. Gu Zhantian’s prowess is astounding, as expected of the top ranker of our Cloud Prefecture." An expert from the Cloud Prefecture spoke, as though wanting to console Gu Zhantian.

Gu Zhantian’s eyes flickered, his state of heart immediately feeling much better. But in truth, a defeat was a defeat. Gu Zhantian himself was also merely seeking consolation for himself.