"You came all the way here to challenge; how can I refuse?" A small arc formed on his lips as Feng Yun spoke confidently.
"You must have come here to regain the honour of your sect; I think you made the wrong choice." Feng Yun continued.
"You are arrogant." Liang Fei spoke.
"No!" Feng Yun stepped forward and said, "I am just realistic. So who wants to go first?" Saying that, a spear appeared in his hand as he pointed it at them.
"Or you guys can save time and come together."
The open area of Black Plain City pulsed with quiet anticipation. Spectators lined the edges, watching from rooftops and stone ledges, murmuring with excitement.
Feng Yun stood alone onone side, spear in hand. His eyes were calm, unreadable. There was no arrogance in his posture—only certainty.
Before him, five disciples of the Eternal Sword Sect stood in a disciplined line. Clad in simple robes trimmed with silver thread, they bore the crest of the sect with pride, but no hostility.
