Pei Ye twirled the sword into a flower and returned it to its sheath with lowered brows.
He said nothing, as True Qi was surging rapidly from his Dantian to salvage this battered body; simultaneously, he felt a bit dazed with the lingering resonance of the "naked heart sees blade" once more departing.
Winning against Yan Feiqing held significant meaning for him; using this Heart Realm to defeat Yan Feiqing was of immense importance to him.
Around the Winter Sword Platform, it was utterly silent, then gradually began to stir, distantly, with excited shouts, his name, cheers... He looked up with a smile and swept a glance over the indistinguishable faces of the spectators, suddenly raising his head as if having a premonition. On the western viewing platform, Ming Qi Tian was vigorously shaking a clapping slave, smiling at him.
Pei Ye smiled slightly, then withdrew his gaze, concealing his smile.
