At that moment...
On the dueling platform atop Martial Immortal Mountain.
Nangong Feng had defeated several more Immortal Alliance disciples. No one could withstand even one of her sword strikes.
"What a lively scene!"
A scholar suddenly appeared in the crowd beneath the platform.
He stood at the very back, looking genteel and mild-mannered, hardly dangerous at all. A little head poked out from his collar, happily surveying the scene around them.
They were Zhao Changsheng and Qingqing, who had been wandering outside for two and a half years and had just returned to the Immortal Alliance.
They had planned to head straight to the Library Pavilion to read, but when they saw a martial arts tournament underway, they activated the Son of Heaven's halo for joining in the fun.
"It really is lively!"
Zhao Changsheng couldn't help sighing. He hadn't seen such a lively scene in a long time.
Worried that they might run into trouble on the way back, he and Qingqing had stuck to quiet, deserted paths.
Those secluded paths were safe enough. Every now and then they could run into bandits, rob them in turn to fatten their purses, or stumble upon some lucky opportunity. But they lacked the bustle and clamor of a crowd.
BANG!!
A sudden crash interrupted Zhao Changsheng's thoughts.
On the platform, Nangong Feng had kicked an Immortal Alliance disciple off the stage.
"Who else?!"
Nangong Feng stood proudly on the platform, her icy gaze sweeping over the people below.
"She's too strong!"
The Immortal Alliance disciples immediately fell into an uproar, but no one dared step up to challenge her again.
It wasn't that they didn't want to challenge her, nor that the Immortal Alliance had run out of people. The problem was the age limit of under one hundred, combined