In February, the cold wind of Hequ County brushed against one's face like an ice blade scraping across the skin, leaving it stinging with pain.
As the school masters of the county's two top Martial Arts Schools, Yan Cheng and Lei Ming—men whom ordinary people might never see in their entire lives—had arrived at the city gate early despite the bitter cold, bringing along their Martial Arts School Disciples and martial instructors.
Clearly, this remote little County Town was about to welcome two groups of heavyweight guests today.
"Brother Yan, I'm truly a little jealous of you this time!" Lei Ming cast a glance at the calm-faced Chen Mo, the envy in his eyes practically overflowing.
He, too, wanted to leave a remote little County Town like Hequ County, but he had never found a genius capable of helping him achieve that goal.
Yet his old rival, Yan Cheng, had found one.
How could that not make him jealous?
Hearing this, Yan Cheng had no intention of comforting him and went straight for the heart:
"Chen Mo originally went to your side first. You simply failed to seize the chance. Otherwise, we would have had nothing to do with this at all, and I'd be the one feeling jealous now."
"You...!"
Lei Ming was dissatisfied with Yan Cheng's act of tearing open his scars right in front of him, yet he had no idea how to refute it. He was so stifled that his whole face began to flush faintly.
Seeing this, Yan Cheng secretly felt immensely pleased and suggested with a smile:
"According to the custom of previous years, as the final stop for recruiting disciples from the Western Eight Counties, both sides will hold an Eight Counties Small Competition. I wonder whether it'll still be held this year?"