Today, on the General-Summoning Platform.
Jiang Wang raised his head, and four towers stood tall; in remembrance, the path lay within his grasp.
The path of the Seven Stars stretched through the air, the four Saint Towers shining in unison.
With the Northern Dipper suspended above and mountains and rivers beneath his feet, he truly possessed the bearing of one peerless beneath heaven.
Facing such a resplendent Green Sheep Viscount, the entire arena fell silent, as though beholding a god or Buddha.
Yet Chongxuan Zun, dressed in white whiter than snow, merely smiled lazily. "Finished?"
Like a spring breeze thawing frozen snow, like a bright moon shining over rivers.
His understatement, his carefree ease, dissolved in an instant the "momentum" Jiang Wang had built.
A graceful young gentleman amid this sullied world—why should life ever have an end?
Let your name resound beneath heaven; let you be king, marquis, general, or minister; let your splendor blaze across the skies and earth, peerless in all the world. To me, you were like wind, like snow, like clouds, like the moon—no different from anything else in this world.
It was not that I looked down on you. But I, Chongxuan Zun...
was invincible among those of the same realm.
The two finest young men of the Qi State's generation met each other's eyes here.
Their auras tangled, their momentum collided.
The battle between them had begun long ago.
Perhaps even before this day.
They fought for momentum, for intent, for strength.
Jiang Wang took a step back. "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
You waited for me to raise another tower. I yielded you the momentum of one step, to make it fair.
At some point, Yan Ping had opened his eyes.
Ruan Qiu stood with his hands behind his back, smiling