The Martial Tower Banquet, on the fighting stage!
A flash of silver and a blur of white—two figures intertwined, the clang of weapons ringing out continuously. Down below at the banquet, the assembled Martial Artists watched with rapt attention, letting out gasps of amazement from time to time.
"Truly, the new generation surpasses the old. The young people these days are incredible, far stronger than I was at their age." Yao Qingming smiled faintly. As he watched Qin Ya and Lu Yin below, his eyes revealed a mix of surprise and admiration.
"The talent of these two is indeed frightening, especially... Qin Ya's," the White Fox standing behind Yao Qingming remarked coolly. "When he first came to the Lake Tower, he could barely contend with Wang Yan. I never thought he'd reach this level in such a short time. It's a miracle, I must say."
"Indeed. You can't measure this Qin Ya by normal standards," the Conical Hat Guest chuckled, his voice slightly hoarse. "The kid's a little monster."
