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Jiang Anbo was the most unruly one among them, and beside him, Tan Siyuan gave Jiang Anbo's ear a hard twist, causing the laughing Jiang Anbo to immediately quiet down.
Whenever they had a match, they all said he was impressive, not at all inferior to that Chongming Guang.
Ah.
Gu Ping was taken aback; how was it that he kept encountering battle maniacs like Chongming Guang everywhere? During the previous battle at Kunlun Mountain, he had sought to prove himself. With two Dao Foundations in his possession, he feared he would not be able to match Chongming Guang's formidable skills. After the battle at Kunlun, Gu Ping had truly experienced the strength of Body Cultivators.
It was surprising how the young master of the Nangong Family knew Chongming Guang. What role did the Nangong Family play in the Battle of the Three Realms alongside the Great Chu Family? Gu Ping suddenly felt as if he had overlooked something important.
In their last encounter, no victor had emerged; this time, they should fight to their heart's content.
A familiar voice reached Gu Ping's ears from beside Nangong Huan. Turning his head, Gu Ping swallowed hard upon realizing that Chongming Guang was also present. He should have come over earlier; it seemed impossible for him to handle both sides alone.
Coughing lightly, he thought about how this occasion could not be a grand affair like Hong Brother's wedding. It wouldn’t be appropriate to engage in a fierce battle then.
What’s wrong with that? This lady has already arranged for us to come three months in advance. Why not hold a grand competition before the wedding where all major factions gather? What do you all think?
The Red Maiden had a good idea.
That sounds excellent.
Indeed, splendid!
Such words are truly delightful; the Red Maiden is indeed a remarkable person.
There were fifty people present, and aside from Gu Ping, everyone was enthusiastically agreeing with one another. Gu Ping, who had originally come from Cangqing Mountain, thought he could take a break for a while. However, just over half an hour had passed when Hong Ling mentioned the challenges posed by the people around them, and Gu Ping felt a sense of foreboding about the future.
At that moment, Gu Ping began to consider whether he should admit defeat early to seek some peace and quiet.
Bu Luo observed the spirited demeanor of those present and suddenly felt that it might actually be quite interesting. It would also be a good opportunity to gauge the strengths and weaknesses of various factions. Perhaps participating wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
He wondered when and where the competition would take place.
Right here.
With a wave of her sleeve, Hong Ling parted the thick mist in front of them, revealing a wide path that led to a hidden pool beyond the clouds and fog.
This was the highest point of Cloud Mist Manor and the source of the mist itself, known as Cloud Mist Dianchi. "Why wait for the moon to rise when we can meet it head-on? The competition will begin with the full moon. What do you all think?"
After speaking, Hong Ling seemed to have prepared everything in advance. She took out a palm-sized disc from her storage ring and gently tossed it toward the center of the lake.
As the jade disc flew toward the lake's heart, it expanded continuously until it transformed into a massive Arena that appeared before everyone. No one had the chance to refute her decision.
"Good!" Jiang Anbo shouted loudly, invigorating the atmosphere. That guy seemed naturally oblivious to any sense of awkwardness as he leaped directly onto the Arena.
"Since that's the case, why don’t I go first? Who among you wishes to challenge me on stage?"
A soft yet furious voice responded as a Willow Sword sliced through the air, aimed straight at Jiang Anbo. Without further ado, the two engaged in a lively exchange of blows.
After clearly seeing the person who arrived, Jiang Anbo's previously playful expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a face full of bitterness.
How could it be Chu Yunxiang?
How could it be him? He thought I had forgotten all about him. Men like him—I don't deny—are just like me; they won't deny anything good.
Faced with Chu Yunxiang's questioning, Jiang Anbo found himself unable to explain, as if he were being suppressed and unable to move his legs.
What could he say? Should he tell Chu Yunxiang that he was actually a disciple of the Light Path Classic and that his departure was forced upon him?
And how should he explain his relationship with Si Yan?
Jiang Anbo forced a bitter smile as he tried to fend off Chu Yunxiang's increasingly fierce onslaught, realizing that he seemed like a heartless man, utterly unable to explain himself, nor did he feel the need to. After all, it was once true that he liked Mistake.
Bu Luo clearly showed that Chu Yunxiang—I don't deny—thought so much about it. After the Battle of Tiandong City, Chu Yunxiang had frantically searched for Jiang Anbo, but in the end, only silence remained.
Now that the two met again, that brief moment in time had long since passed.
Bu Luo cared while the other had forgotten.
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