"Just a competition of speed, how did it shatter Feng Lan's heart so completely?"
Looking at the severely demoralized Feng Lan, Lin Tianming was somewhat dumbfounded.
Noticing that Feng Lan had forgotten to steady her retreating body due to her shattered mentality, Lin Tianming quickly appeared by her side, embracing her as she was about to fall.
Feeling the embrace of Lin Tianming, Feng Lan finally came to her senses from her most prideful realm being shattered.
Realizing her own loss of composure, Feng Lan softly said, "Sorry, Tianming, I lost my composure…"
Lin Tianming understood from her heart's voice that she was hugely upset because she lost in the speed competition.
He wanted to say something to comfort her, but after thinking about it, he handed back her Wind Sword: "Feng Lan, here's your Wind Sword."
Feng Lan looked at the Wind Sword in Lin Tianming's hand and silently took it.
