Ye Xiwen was walking up the peak step by step. One couldn’t refrain from flying inside the True Martial University, because one’s legs would break if one tried to walk to travel inside the huge university. However, this was the only time when it was considered necessary to walk with absolute sincerity in one’s heart.
Ye Xiwen ascended in light steps, and when he reached the top, a young man suddenly came to stand in front of him. He was roughly over 20 years of age. His eyebrows were straight and slanted upwards. His gaze was as sharp as a sword and his eyes resembled stars. He was tall and handsome. The heroic spirit thrived upon this person, as was visible from his facial features. He was clad in a white robe and appeared quite carefree and at ease.
“Are you Ye Xiwen?” the man asked.
“Yes,” Ye Xiwen nodded.
“Come with me!” the man didn’t say any words of rejection. This made Ye Xiwen feel relaxed, and he heaved a sigh of relief.