Wanxiao Sect and Void Gate merely had an ordinary sect-to-sect relationship.
There was little interaction between the disciples of either side, let alone any particular "grudges."
Today was merely a sword discussion.
Meeting at the entrance was perfectly normal.
At most, Duanmu Qing's beauty and bearing had left people somewhat dazed.
Duanmu Qing's expression was calm as still water.
She had long grown accustomed to the gazes of men—whether stunned, admiring, or astonished. Not a single ripple stirred within her heart.
Duanmu Qing slightly raised her snow-white neck, her cool gaze fixed ahead. With dignified, graceful steps, she led several other Wanxiao Sect disciples, equally in the flower of their youth, straight toward the Inner Mountain.
Clad in a beautiful five-colored robe, with an ethereal face and a supple figure, she carried an icy, inviolable air like a snow-capped mountain. Others could only keep their distance, not daring to strike up a conversation.
Thus, the disciples of the two sects brushed past one another.
From beginning to end, not a single word was spoken.
Yet as they passed, Duanmu Qing's gaze still swept over Mo Hua, whether intentionally or not.
First, Mo Hua's brows and eyes were as picturesque as a painting; his looks and bearing were equally outstanding.
Second, Mo Hua was not tall, making him particularly "outstanding" amid a crowd of genius cultivators.
Third, although Mo Hua's reputation was poor and controversy surrounded him, he was in fact extremely famous.
Not to mention the things he had done at the Sword Discussion Assembly, the grudges he had made, and the prodigies he had "humiliated"...
The identity of Array Dao Champion alone was legendary enough.
He was, in truth, the foremost array master of Ganxue.
And he had won that title at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage—something almost inconceivable.