"Heavenly Demon Sword Intent? Looks like the fragment of you in the Tianyuan Realm was severely corrupted as well."
An Jing's gaze naturally swept across everyone present, but the chip locked onto that young man in white robes—by sheer coincidence, the authority An Jing had obtained for the Seventh Generation Chip came from Xuandu. It directly targeted the man, began facial comparison, and identified him.
[Zhou Changhe]
An utterly unremarkable name. He was twenty-seven years old, and while his Foundation Establishment peak cultivation was exceptionally outstanding, he was already considered somewhat old among the competing "younger generation"—though people of the Tianyuan Realm generally had long lifespans and youthful faces, so it did not seem out of place.
Likewise, aside from several social campaigns to purge demons from the Wilderness, he had no particularly eye-catching achievements. Though he had occasionally put on impressive performances, defeating many Wilderness Demonic Beasts and Cultivator Bandits, such accomplishments were exceedingly common. At least in this Four Cities Grand Competition, where prodigies gathered in droves, he could only be called another fish by the roadside.
Excellent, but not exceptional.
No matter how one looked at it, he was the sort of person who drew no notice. If one had to point something out, it was that he appeared refined and gentle, like a very mild-tempered man.
But An Jing, who already knew the man was unusual, could sense that besides Fuxie's Sword Intent, which had been corroded by the Heavenly Demon, there was another peculiar quality about him.
And that peculiar feeling was somewhat similar to his own Divine Intent... or perhaps, his Fate Grid?
"Interesting."
An Jing paid him no further attention. He had already memorized the man's name and aura. No matter how Zhou Changhe altered his appearance or concealed his aura after entering