Two recording stones hung in midair, glowing faintly as they recorded everything below.
Everything was silent, so silent that even the footsteps echoing up from the bottom of Sword Pavilion could be heard clearly.
The black silhouette within the smoke gradually came into focus. Yet just before stepping out, he halted. Even through the dust and smoke, the cold gleam on that hazy sword shadow was visible.
"Elder brother need not hold back any longer, right?"
His voice carried through the patter of rain, even and indifferent, devoid of any anger at having been struck by a sneak punch.
Looking at the shadow hidden within the smoke, Xu Yuan raised his little finger to pick at his ear and said with a light laugh:
"I don't remember you having so much nonsense before making a move, Xu Changge."
"..."
Xu Changge said nothing more, but judging from the shadow's movement amid the smoke, he seemed to have drawn a deep breath.
The rain grew heavier.
Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly as he waited for Xu Changge to make his move.
He hesitated over whether he ought to draw a sword as well.
Blades and swords flashing beneath such a torrential curtain of rain ought to possess an exquisite beauty.
But after seriously considering it for a moment, he abandoned the thought. With his half-baked swordsmanship, he probably could not produce the feeling he had in mind.
If he rushed in, then even with Void Flash, he would most likely only end up being brutally beaten by Xu Changge. Better to end this battle like a proper mage.
Rain battered the dust and smoke, sending ripples spreading outward, while puddles reflected the gloom of the dark clouds.
Threads of blood aura seeped from the gaps between the square black bricks