A Great Figure

A pavilion floated in the air. Behind it lay pure white clouds, and below stretched the boundless Xuanhuang Sea.

Standing before the pavilion was a man, a dashing and elegant young master with delicate features. Somewhat gentle and soft, he appeared quite free-spirited and romantic—none other than Chen Shi's fellow townsman, Yang Bi.

Chen Shi strode forward and laughed heartily, "In this world, apart from Li Tianqing, the only one capable of observing a large number of enemies in a short time, analyzing the characteristics of every single enemy's cultivation arts and divine abilities, and formulating strategies to cut them down is Yang Bi of the Upper Realm."

"Li Tianqing excels at observation and formulating combat strategies; Yang Bi excels at coordinating the overall situation, using extreme operations to win against the strong from a position of weakness. Back then, when Li Tianqing ascended to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, only Yang Bi remained in the Earthly Immortal Realm. When I heard Huangfu Jun had fallen into an ambush and suffered heavy injuries, with the opponent pushing Li Tianqing's style to the absolute extreme, I guessed that the person who ambushed him was you!"

He walked up to Yang Bi, bowed deeply, and smiled, "Daoist Yang, it's been a long time. Thinking back to when we jointly dealt with Despair Slope in the Western Ox Continent, you and I were just youths in our prime."

Yang Bi returned the bow with a smile, "Back then, the True Monarch was full of heroic spirit—suppressing the Western Capital, treading upon the talents of the fifty provinces, overturning the thirteen noble families, and leveling Despair Slope. Yang lagged far behind, feeling utterly ashamed of his inferiority. How could I ever dare stand on equal terms with the True Monarch?"

The two had been both