The first round, Chen Sheng steps onto the stage.
With a light tap of his toe on the flying vessel's deck, he transforms into a cyan rainbow, sweeping through the void between the two ships, facing the Fake Pill Cultivator in a red robe across from him.
This seemingly tense magical combat actually exudes a tacit understanding from the very start.
"Poor Taoist Tingyu, I have yet to inquire about your esteemed name and surname?"
Chen Sheng clasps his hands in salute, his voice clear and bright, with just the right amount of humility.
The red-robed cultivator's robe corners flutter without wind, his face showing a formulaic smile, also clasping his hands in return:
"Master Baiyu of the Chixiao Commerce Association, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Tingyu."
After the greetings, both of them almost simultaneously restrained their smiles, their mana starting to circulate around them.
