The middle-aged man in purple clothes was slightly surprised to see the calm look in Zhaang Ye's eyes. He thought to himself, 'Of all the disciples in this batch, Zhaang Ye is the youngest. I never expected his will to be the most resilient of them all. This is quite unexpected.'
Beyond his surprise, the middle-aged man in purple clothes also felt a flicker of anticipation. The bloody struggle for the Gathering Flower Fruits would continue for two more days, and he was curious to see if Zhaang Ye could maintain this same composure.
The first day passed.
Zhaang Ye and the other youths watched helplessly as one scene of slaughter unfolded after another, as life after life vanished amidst sprays of blood.
