"He Zhiling, Great Success in Six Harmonies Saber Technique. I await your instruction!"
He Zhiling gripped his long saber and clasped his fist in a salute from a distance.
He was around twenty years old, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a stocky build. He possessed a mature and steady temperament that belied his age.
"Chen Cheng, Beginner Level in Wind Chasing Saber Technique."
Chen Cheng also clasped his fist in salute while carefully sizing up He Zhiling. His brow furrowed slightly on its own; he had a gut feeling that this man would be a formidable opponent.
It wasn't just because He Zhiling had achieved Great Success in Saber Technique, but also because the aura he exuded was more than a notch above the other four disciples from the Martial Arts Halls.
Even Liao San and Zhou Biao of the Flying Eagle Gang, who were also at Great Success in Saber Technique, hadn't given Chen Cheng such a powerful impression.
He Zhiling was also observing his opponent.
