The heated atmosphere inside the tea stall fell silent, and varied expressions crossed everyone's faces.
The two central figures in this battle, Yuan Nutao and Bei Mingzi, stood eleventh and tenth on the Heaven Ranking respectively. It was precisely because Bei Mingzi ranked one place above him that Yuan Nutao had felt resentful, leading to their arranged duel at Wuwang Peak.
But if the Myriad Calamities Daoist, third on the Heaven Ranking, appeared, wouldn't he steal all their thunder?
As everyone's thoughts stirred, a cold snort suddenly sounded. "So what if it's the Myriad Calamities Daoist? He only defeated a few monsters and demons from the Red Lotus Cult, and now everyone's praising him to the heavens?"
Everyone looked over in astonishment.
Several swordsmen in plain white robes sat in a corner of the tea stall, their backs straight, like unsheathed swords.
None was particularly old, yet each carried himself with extraordinary bearing.
While everyone else had been discussing things enthusiastically, they had merely sipped their tea in silence, offering no opinions.
Now gaze after gaze converged on them. After the initial surprise, a bearded man let out a mocking laugh.
The white-robed swordsman who had suddenly spoken was only a boy of twelve or thirteen. His face still bore the innocence of childhood, but arrogance shone through whenever his eyes moved.
Hearing the bearded man's laughter, the white-robed boy's expression turned cold. He fixed his gaze on him. "What are you laughing at?"
Under this childish boy's stare, the bearded man actually felt his mouth go dry. Those eyes were sharp as blades, involuntarily stirring a trace of fear in him.
Then embarrassment turned to anger, and he sprang to his feet. "I'm laughing at a brat who doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the