Bai Zisheng had overdrawn his bloodline and fallen unconscious. When he woke again, still hazy and muddled, he heard a boastful voice amid the clamor...
That voice seemed very far away, as far as more than twenty years.
Yet that voice also seemed very close, right before his eyes.
"...The Sect Master often told me how incredible their Bai Family was, how astonishing and invincible their heavenly prodigies were. But now that I look at it, that's all there is to them. A mere Bai Family prodigy—didn't I take him down with one spear?"
"True Person, I told you long ago. I'm one of the very best, a peerless genius."
"The chief of the Ganxue Array Dao, the foremost person of the Sword Discussion Assembly—how could that be an empty reputation?"
"I could suppress so many heavenly prodigies, stand alone in splendor during the sword-discussion grand competition, and tower over this generation. Naturally, my strength is beyond question..."
"The people others couldn't beat, I could beat; the thieves others couldn't catch, I could catch casually; this Bai Zisheng, whom others couldn't take down, I suppressed with a flick of my hand..."
"How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I...?"
Inside the great camp, a delicate-featured youth was speaking nonstop before a crowd, his tongue blooming like a lotus.
Across from him, True Person Hua's face was livid.
Bai Zisheng was slightly stunned. This was the first time he had seen True Person Hua with such an expression.
In his impression, True Person Hua was amiable, composed, or else cold, terrifying, deeply scheming, with joy and anger never showing on his face.
But the present True Person Hua looked as if someone had force-fed him a mouthful of flies, indescribably miserable.
And not just True Person Hua.
Beside True