Ju Ye was clearly no simple figure either. To deal with these people using only his physical body, he was certainly no kind soul.
"This man's surname is Ye. Could he be from the Ye Family?" At that moment, many people recalled this possibility.
Among the Four Great Royal Clans and the Twenty-Eight Marquis Clans, there were not many organized as families, and everyone had long since memorized those few surnames by heart. The Ye Family was undoubtedly one of the renowned and powerful names among them.
Now that Ye Xiwen had revealed his name, it was only natural for them to think of the Ye Family. Only someone born into the Ye Family could remain so calm at a time like this.
With the Illusion Formation no longer blocking their path, everyone went straight up to the mountaintop. Once they truly reached the summit, they discovered that it was already packed shoulder to shoulder, with well over ten thousand people in sight.
They were all the foremost geniuses among the independent cultivators, standing in separate areas according to their familiarity with one another.
At the southeastern corner of the plaza, a woman in azure robes with a longsword on her back stood among the crowd like a crane among chickens. Around her, a faint sword aura had formed, keeping others at a distance.
By instinct alone, Ye Xiwen could tell that she was a master of the sword, and a terrifyingly powerful one at that. Yet she was unlike any sword cultivator he had ever encountered before.
Ye Xiwen had seen countless sword experts in his life, and most had possessed sharp, piercing auras. But this woman in azure gave him a sense of crisp decisiveness. Her appearance could only be called delicate, yet her bearing was exceptionally outstanding.