Li Bufan stood atop the arena, his gaze sweeping over the hundred arenas below, where fierce battles were underway.
On those arenas, all manner of phenomena and True Essence fluctuations intertwined into a dazzling spectacle. The clang of blades colliding, the dull thuds of fists and palms striking, and the occasional cries of surprise and applause surged endlessly like a churned-up sea.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, a sky-blue figure suddenly stepped out from the crowd. Her footsteps were light and composed, and she drifted down onto the arena like a fallen flower borne upon the wind.
She was a woman dressed in a long sky-blue gown, its hem swaying softly with her movements. A silver-white sash was tied around her waist, while her long hair was pinned up with a simple jade hairpin, several loose strands falling along either side of her cheeks.
After coming to a stop, she dipped slightly in greeting, her voice gentle and melodious. "Luo Yanrao of the Tianxiang Cult. Please enlighten me."
Li Bufan's brows furrowed faintly. Luo Yanrao?
Though he had spent quite some time in the Tianxiang Cult during his days in the Southern Frontier, he had never heard this name before.
He had heard more or less of the Tianxiang Cult's famous disciples and Courtesan Queens, but this Luo Yanrao seemed to have appeared out of thin air, entirely absent from his memories.
Anyone who had passed the first two rounds of the Hidden Dragon Tournament could not possibly be an unknown nobody, yet she had appeared before him so quietly.
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, but his expression remained unchanged.
Seeing that Li Bufan did not speak, Luo Yanrao continued, "I have long heard of Young Master Li's reputation as well."
Standing above the arena,