Countless confused voices rose and fell one after another.
On the arena stage, the refereeing elder asked, "Are you sure you want to voluntarily forfeit?"
"I'm sure." Feng Qingxue nodded, then turned and walked straight off the stage. The refereeing elder was helpless and could only announce Lin Xuan as the winner.
"He won! He really won!" The people of Wangyue Pavilion felt like they were dreaming. This was simply too unreal.
Why? The disciples of Purple Mist Pavilion couldn't accept it. They felt as if the goddess in their hearts had crumbled.
"Feng Qingxue, on what grounds did you forfeit?" someone shouted.
"Feng Qingxue, I misjudged you! To think you would betray our Purple Mist Pavilion!"
"You have no right to stay in Purple Mist Pavilion! Get out!"
The disciples of Purple Mist Pavilion were first shocked and astonished, then disappointed. Finally, their love turned to hate, and they began to despise Feng Qingxue.
