Inside Tide-Watching Pavilion.
Three figures stood before the pavilion railing, looking down at the calm, windless river.
The man on the left was somewhat broad-built, with fair skin and gentle features. The corners of his eyes drooped on his plump face, and he had an honest, guileless appearance that instinctively made others feel close to him.
The man in the middle wore a loose black robe and a hood that obscured his entire face, revealing only a pair of sinister, bloodshot eyes.
The man on the right wore robes whiter than snow. He was handsome and imposing, his refined features unmatched, like a noble young master stepped out of a painting.
Yet the faint arrogance between his brows gave him an air that kept people a thousand miles away.
These three were none other than the three young masters of the Sikong Family.
First Young Master Sikong Jihuai.
Second Young Master Sikong Jiyan.
Third Young Master Sikong Jihuan.
"Zheng Juexiong is my trusted general. It is only natural that I came to watch the battle. Why have you two come to join the excitement?"
Second Young Master Sikong Jiyan, standing in the middle, spoke in a hoarse yet even tone.
Sikong Jihuan's expression was somewhat unpleasant. He first glanced down at the spirited old man beneath Tide-Watching Pavilion, whose beard and hair were both white, then snorted with his hands clasped behind his back. "Someone said I was too headstrong and conceited, and that I had let a fine talent slip away. I want to see with my own eyes whether this Fang Xuan is truly as outstanding as he claimed!"
Sikong Jihuai scratched the back of his head and gave an honest smile. "I didn't think that much about it. You know me—I have no hobbies in life besides