From the intuition between swordsmen, Wei Wuxian sensed the unusual aura within Ling Chen's body. The other party was just like him, a genius swordsman.
A terribly sharp aura suddenly shot out from Wei Wuxian's eyes, containing a trace of overwhelmingly keen Sword Intent.
Ling Chen's gaze shifted, and he too released a sharp Sword Intent, shooting it out through his eyes.
Slash! Slash!
The two strands of Sword Intent intertwined and sparked intense ripples. The void between them churned violently, causing the air to boil like water, spreading all around.
"What is your name?"
Wei Wuxian stared at Ling Chen, his gaze becoming serious.
"Ling Chen."
Ling Chen spoke casually, then sat down.
"Ling Chen. I will remember that name."
Wei Wuxian gave Ling Chen a deep look before sitting down.
At this moment, in a corner of the auction hall, a man in a gray robe was casting sneaky glances around, his gaze fixating on Ling Chen, eyes full of menace.
