The scorching sun hung high in the sky.
DONG—
A deep, resonant toll of a bell echoed throughout the Cangyun Sect.
「On the Central Martial Arts Arena.」
The clamorous roar of the crowd instantly fell silent.
All eyes were on the stage as two figures, one in white and one in black, simultaneously ascended the massive arena from opposite sides. The platform itself was carved from a single, enormous slab of Basalt.
From the east came Fang Muye, Chief of Liufeng Courtyard.
Today, he was dressed in a brand-new, moon-white Flowing Cloud Robe. His posture was ramrod straight, his features handsome.
But his eyes, which usually held a gentle warmth, were now as cold as frost, brimming with undisguised hostility and the will to fight.
From the west, it was Jiang Che, Chief of Yunhai Courtyard.
He was still dressed in simple black martial attire, his posture as straight as a pine, his expression as calm as still water.
