"A peerless master..."
Xie Tingyun's eyes shone, unconsciously revealing a trace of envy.
In literature, there was no undisputed first; in martial arts, there could be no second.
No one who practiced the martial path would not wish to stand at its pinnacle.
Xie Tingyun was no exception.
White Immortal was the tallest of those mountains, towering over the martial world for decades, looking down proudly upon its heroes.
Even if they could not defeat him, standing opposite him and exchanging a move or two in this lifetime was something countless people dreamed of.
"If only White Immortal really were sparring with someone in Shuzhou."
"Preferably a swordsman."
There was no other reason.
If a swordsman fought White Immortal, then for a sword practitioner like Xie Tingyun, watching it would be tantamount to attending a martial demonstration.
Perhaps, if fortune favored her, she might gain a sudden insight and advance in her swordsmanship.
Shen Huatang, by contrast, remained calm. Her martial cultivation base and mastery of techniques were too low; even if she watched White Immortal fight someone, she would not be able to make head or tail of it.
As for Xiao Die, Juan'er, and Cui'er, there was even less to say. To them, it was like listening to a heavenly scripture.
Only Huan'er and Chunying smiled without speaking.
Lin Zhong took in all their expressions, shook his head, and said, "A contest between figures like that is both an opportunity and a trial for those watching."
Xie Tingyun paused in the act of picking up food, her face falling. "That's true."
She had taken too much for granted.
Although her martial cultivation base and mastery of techniques were respectable in the martial world, and she had even earned the title "Fairy Tingyun," that was all.
Thinking about it