"I overslept!"
The simple sentence carried a hint of laziness.
And yet, this utterly ordinary phrase instantly silenced the bustling Task Hall. You could have heard a pin drop.
The crowd resentfully parted, clearing a path from the hall's entrance.
Before the towering doors of the hall, a young man with a handsome face and sharp features strolled in, chewing on a blade of grass. He wore a simple Outer Disciple's Sword Robe and had his hands laced behind his head. Hong Yu only came to a slow stop when he was about four or five meters from Chen Xing.
The two stood facing each other, their eyes locking.
Gleams of light like crackling Thunder danced in their eyes, as if clashing in the empty space between them and striking brilliant sparks.
The two had never met, but each knew the other's name.
