The Ling family's martial arts arena in Qingyun City was deathly silent.
The autumn wind picked up the dead leaves on the ground and swirled among the bluestone slabs, making a soft rustling sound. This voice was particularly harsh at this moment, making the atmosphere as cold as iron. Hundreds of Ling family members stood in silence, their gazes ranging from pity, ridicule, or indifference to the lonely figure in the center of the field.
Ling Chen.
He stood quietly, his back straight, like a javelin that would rather break than bend. Once upon a time, this martial arts arena was his place of glory. With his astonishing talent of reaching the ninth level of Body Tempering at the age of fourteen, he regained the honor of being number one in Qingyun City for the Ling family. But now, this place has become his judgment seat.
Three years.
After three years of cultivation, he fell from the clouds into the mire. The halo of genius fades away, leaving only the brand of "waste", which is burned hotly in everyone's mouth and engraved in everyone's heart.
