If before they had felt a complex mixture of emotions toward Wang Meng—envy, a little admiration, and the occasional daydream of having his luck—then these past two battles had truly won him the hearts of the Thunderlight Hall disciples.
A true man!
With him around, they had a backbone!
What set the current Thunderlight Hall apart from before was that they had cast aside a timid obsession with victory and defeat. Now, they fought to challenge their own limits.
Whether they were fighting or watching, every disciple would have their willpower tested.
Wang Meng did all this by instinct. Inheriting the Godhood had sent him through a period of confusion, but now he was gradually finding his own path.
As for why Qiao Qian and Jia Shidao had come, it didn't matter. His gaze was fixed forward.
A commotion rippled through the crowd as a fragrant scent drifted over. Even the sunlight seemed to grow a little brighter.
