Section 37: It's Actually?!

As noon approached, the match-making contest paused. The young men and women left the hall one after another and were separately led to the dining hall for lunch.

"Who was that young gentleman? Whether forging weapons or concocting pills, he did it as smoothly as flowing clouds and running water. He was even skilled in seals and appraisal—brimming with talent and learning. Truly admirable."

"When he crossed swords with Young Master Leng Muming, he forced him back in three strikes. When Young Master Sun Yan competed with him in weapon forging, he lost until his face turned pale. Young Master Gui Li's attainments in sealing were not even half his. After Little Prince Meng Fei debated current affairs with him, he even conceded voluntarily, his face full of admiration."

"Though his looks are somewhat ordinary, he carries a feather fan and wears a scholar's cap, gentle and refined. Dressed in green, he is carefree and graceful, leaving a deep impression. Alas, I simply don't know his name."

"There's nothing to be done about that. At this match-making contest, we women must conceal our faces, while the men must hide their names. We had seen portraits of renowned young masters like Sun Yan, Leng Muming, and Meng Fei beforehand, so we knew their backgrounds. But that gentleman—he is like an exiled immortal suddenly descending to earth. No one knows where he came from."

Wave after wave of discussion drifted into Yuwen Wan'er's ears. She was greatly astonished. The Four Great Young Masters had all been defeated by one mysterious youth.

Who exactly was this youth?

Even Yuwen Wan'er, detached and indifferent by nature, could not help but feel a surge of curiosity in her heart.

After lunch, they returned to the main hall and continued the match-making convention.

The competition grew