At the summit of Moonwatch Mountain, the wind blew without cease.
The mighty wind carried a sky-filling tide of discussion, lingering high above the entire tournament grounds.
The final four of the 50th Jintai Grand Tournament had been decided. The standings of those four prodigies instantly became the hottest topic among the hundred thousand-plus martial artists present, spreading to every corner of the grounds.
Countless people gathered in small groups, murmuring and debating fiercely. The summit of Moonwatch Mountain seethed with voices, its clamor unending.
Among all those topics, tomorrow's semifinal between Yang Jing and Jiang Yun was undoubtedly one of the central attractions, drawing the most attention and stirring the most hearts.
On one side stood a dark horse who had burst onto the scene, defeated formidable opponents one after another, and fought his way into the final four, overturning everything Jintai Prefecture's younger generation thought they knew about the Martial Path.
On the other stood an established, peerless prodigy who had occupied the prefecture's summit for years, whose resounding fame and dominance over his peers had earned him the title of the younger generation's strongest. His Sword Path reached the heavens, his strength was extraordinary, and countless people regarded him as all but invincible.
Old and new would meet on a narrow road tomorrow, clashing at the summit. With victory uncertain and suspense stretched taut, it naturally sparked frenzied discussion throughout the crowd.
Amid the noisy sea of spectators, Yang Jing sat quietly in the Profound Truth Sect's section. As he listened to the discussions surging around him, a solemn gravity passed through his eyes.
He had remained undefeated throughout his journey, tempered himself through battles against formidable enemies, and forged a steady temperament. He feared no contest and had confidence in his fighting strength.
Yet he also