Tian Xin had been keeping an eye on Ling Tian from among the snow-covered peaks. The moment he spoke, she flashed out and soon stood before Lingxiao Pavilion's encampment, facing him.
They had picked a site with only a few words and exchanged no pleasantries. The battle was about to begin.
Holding his breath and focusing, Ling Tian adjusted his aura to its peak. He made an inviting gesture, signaling that their sparring match could begin.
Tian Xin said nothing. She seemed to have become a different person as she stared straight at Ling Tian, utterly focused. It was as if he were the only opponent in her eyes, and nothing else merited her consideration.
Though the sparring match had begun, Tian Xin did not move. A hazy glow surrounded her, and a bone-chilling aura spread out, enveloping Ling Tian head-on. Her presence was imposing. Her ink-black hair stirred without a breeze, and her sleeves fluttered. Bathed in the hazy glow, she looked like a celestial maiden who had descended to the mortal world.
The sight was breathtaking, but experienced cultivators knew it was also the most dangerous. Tian Xin was attacking Ling Tian with her overwhelming presence, trying to pressure him into submission.
Ling Tian did not move either. A faint golden glow surrounded him as the solemn, majestic aura of Buddhism surged forth. It did not attack Tian Xin, but instead guarded the space within three feet of him. Ling Tian stood with his hands behind his back, handsome as jade and straight-backed. Faced with Tian Xin's oppressive presence, he remained utterly at ease.
Seeing how relaxed Ling Tian looked, Tian Xin seemed to have expected it; she showed no surprise. With a shift of thought, the light around her grew brighter, and her aura turned even colder.