The person representing the Feihong Swordsmanship Club was not the much-anticipated Li Xiaoxiao, the Star of Feihong, but an unfamiliar face.
Humans were mostly visual creatures, often judging strangers hastily by their appearance, clothing, and bearing.
The most extreme example was...
People with a small rectangular mustache between their upper lip and nose often aroused disgust in those around them.
Someone who went bare-chested at a formal occasion while wearing oversized shorts and slippers would easily invite contempt.
It was now the turn of summer and autumn, when the sun blazed fiercely and the sunlight was scorching.
On the Kirin Grand Sedan, a handsome young man lazily and calmly accepted the attention of the crowd beneath a shaded canopy.
In the comfortable sedan, Zhang Guangmu wore an Azure Sky Dao Crown, with an Auspicious Cloud Hairpin with Jade Dragon slanted into it. He wore an Ivory White Cloud Patterned Gauze Robe and draped a Pitch Black Exotic Crane Cloak over his shoulders.
He wore an Ochre Red Belt around his waist, with a Purple Bronze Gilded Feihong Pendant hanging from it. His feet were clad in Purple Scale Cold Light Boots, and he propped his cheek up with one hand, looking every inch the languid young nobleman of a corrupt age.
This air of his did not resemble that of a fledgling under the gaze of countless people. Rather, he looked like an emperor traveling abroad and inspecting The World.
As Feihong's representative, after circling the grounds once according to the rules of the Golden Autumn Sword Competition, Zhang Guangmu arrived before the blazing sword-shaped torch and finally descended from the Kirin Grand Sedan.
Under the eyes of the entire crowd, he slowly strolled toward the torch.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!...
Every time Zhang Guangmu took a step, a cluster of