2832 Third Young Master Duan

Qiao Mu turned around and spotted Holy Son Miyan donning an Ethereal Spirit white robe. His handsome face exuded an air of icy detachment as he gracefully strode through the parting crowd.

He truly bore the demeanor of a connoisseur.

This Holy Son appeared to be well over a century old.

The assembly of students rushed forward to pay their respects to Holy Son Miyan.

With a haughty countenance, Holy Son acknowledged the people surrounding him with a nod.

His gaze, however, fixated upon a seemingly unflappable figure hidden within the throng, causing a subtle furrow in his brows.

These past two days, she had hardly consumed a proper meal and hadn't enjoyed a good night's sleep. She had practically overwhelmed Holy Son Miyan with her audacity.

/Wasn't this Holy Son His Excellency, esteemed and adored wherever he went?/

Only Mo Lian and Qiao Mu, this audacious pair, dared to challenge him so brazenly!

"The Divine Province's Crown Prince and Crown Prince Consort have graced us with their presence so early in the morning. Do you intend to partake in the competition as well?" Holy Son Miyan's remark prompted a handful of weapons to clang to the ground from the battle stage nearby.

All eyes turned toward the contestant who had just lost their weapon.

The young individual's face had turned ashen, their terrified gaze now fixed in Qiao Mu's direction.

/Did this brat drop their weapon upon hearing the title "Crown Prince Consort," by any chance…/

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao observed the battle stage impassively, then shifted her gaze away, moving toward another arena.

She displayed no interest in watching a contest between two apparent novices.

The young crown prince consort didn't even spare Miyan a word and abandoned him. This act so incensed Holy Son Miyan that he struggled to maintain his saintly handsome composure.

On the sidelines, a junior priest couldn't help but whisper in a hushed tone, "Your Excellency the Holy Son, um, should we perhaps avoid provoking that peculiar individual?"

Holy Son Miyan couldn't suppress his impulse and gave the priest's head a sharp reprimand. "Silence!"

A collective cringe rippled through the crowd. It seemed like their perception of His Excellency, the dignified and lofty Holy Son, had taken a distant turn.

Miyan's internal monologue at this moment might have gone like this: /So infuriated, so infuriated, so infuriated!/

He realized that his recent actions had been somewhat inappropriate. With a cold demeanor, he turned to a mentor standing nearby and inquired about the competition's progress. "How is the competition unfolding?"

"I anticipate that the preliminary rounds won't conclude until the afternoon. At this point, the ten battle stages have already hosted a dozen bouts."

"Currently, the leading contender in terms of credits is the third young master of the Duan Clan, Duan Tianya."

"Very well!" A thunderous cheer erupted near the battle stage.

Just as Qiao Mu and Mo Lian approached, they witnessed a student being forcibly ejected from the stage. The dust stirred up by the fall drifted toward them with a rustling sound, and the student remained on the ground, trembling, struggling to rise.

"Third Young Master Duan is truly extraordinary!"

"Third Young Master Duan!"

"Third Young Master Duan!!"

Beneath the battle stage, fans of Third Young Master Duan, both male and female, cheered and giggled with adoring smiles.

"Third Young Master Duan already possesses 850 credits! He's currently leading the pack."

"No wonder he's our beloved Third Young Master Duan. Ah, behold his dignified demeanor. He's truly handsome and charismatic!"

Various infatuated voices filled the air, overwhelming the surroundings. The reserved figure calmly brushed past two women who were lavishing praise upon Third Young Master Duan. "Please excuse me."

This icy detachment had the power to quell the fervor in everyone's hearts.

The two women were left dumbfounded, and in an instant, the cool demeanor of the reserved individual doused their enthusiastic cheers like a bucket of ice water on their throats.

Mo Lian's eyes narrowed with amusement.