Master Yu Han's grave warning about the "number of failures" seared itself into Qin Feng's mind like a brand, finally pulling him back from that tranquil, transcendent sea of clouds and bamboo.
It unveiled a hidden, bloody, and cruel truth about the future path to higher echelons of life.
He took the guidance to heart, letting every warning and lesson settle deep within him.
With a flicker of his form, Qin Feng returned to the Canaan Newcomer Cup arena, which was still roaring with the clamor of the crowd.
The matches in the Fourth Level Division had already concluded, but the duels for the Fifth and Sixth Levels were just starting to heat up.
When Qin Feng's figure reappeared in the spectator section where his friends were, the atmosphere of the entire arena was completely different from when he had left.
This time, he was no longer the center of attention.
He was just an ordinary spectator, lost in the crowd.
