"Who's that masked person? He appears to be quite strong!"
"It looks like he's a disciple of the Sky Sword Sect, I personally saw him walk out from their side."
"What kind of weapon is he holding? It seems very heavy."
"This person could be the dark horse of this Martial Arts Conference..."
Many people started to discuss and gradually began to notice Fang Yi.
At this moment, Zhou Hao defeated an opponent and, hearing these discussions, his expression darkened. His resentment towards Fang Yi grew deeper. The attention that should have been his was now taken by Fang Yi.
Hua Huiyue's face was slightly pale, with much of her color drained away. The qi within her body was chaotic, and the toxins had invaded. Looking at the masked Fang Yi, for some reason, she couldn't help but find it funny.
In her view, Fang Yi had always been shameless, but now that he was wearing a mask, wasn't that him caring about his face? Such a contradiction made her want to laugh.
