Chu Canglan

After the man from Bixia Villa left, the white-clad youth suddenly crushed the jade cup in his hand. A flash of flowing light seemed to burst from his eyes as he slipped out through the second-floor window of the inn. Like a long serpent, yet carrying a hint of proud kingly grandeur, he shot up into the blue sky and white clouds.

The youth had studied at Great Snow Ridge. In just a few short years, he had surpassed countless predecessors. His talent was praised as the third greatest in the history of the Snow Ridge, and it was even rumored that he was the reincarnation of a Mountain Lord from some generation of Great Snow Ridge.

With such a high starting point, formidable martial arts, unfathomable potential, and a lofty, arrogant heart, it was only natural. Let alone a few Xiantian Experts from elsewhere—even if Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain or the lord of Bixia stood before him, he would dare contend with them for supremacy.

With a thunderous boom, the river surged, blasted apart by a fierce gale. A waterfall several zhang high rose in layers, droplets like clear pearls gleaming with dazzling colors beneath the sunlight.

The countless pearls gathered and their colors merged. A long rainbow descended from the distant horizon like a bridge, bearing a handsome youth in snow-white robes as he drifted down to earth.

Ignoring that man's instructions, the youth directly barred Xiang Yang's group. There was nothing beneath his feet; the soles of his shoes rested upon the river's waves. With his hands behind his back, he stood tall, seeming like a deity commanding the water with every rise and fall of the swells.

"Outlanders, this is the Far East Region. You are not welcome here. Go back where you came