Near the front of the crowd, Wang Beichuan sat alone behind a low table, dressed in white with a smile at the corner of his lips.
The others in the same row were all outstanding figures of the Tendon Forging Realm.
The young masters of the Three Great Families were all seated in this row.
Not far to the left, Liu Wanyu wore a green robe that accentuated her graceful figure. Beside her rested an elegantly fashioned curved blade named Evening Floss.
The young woman possessed a gentle, tender appearance, with eyebrows like slender willow leaves, warm eyes, and a naturally soft curve at the corners of her lips.
Her black hair was simply gathered into hanging loops, adorned only with a plain little silver hairpin and no elaborate pearls or jade. Anyone who saw Liu Wanyu would instinctively feel fond of her.
She was mild and amiable, without the overbearing arrogance of an Aristocratic Clan scion, like a girl from next door.
On the other side, Tao Clan's young master, Tao Hong, rubbed a white jade wine cup between her fingers, her gaze deep and unfathomable.
She was tall and well-built. Though she had practiced martial arts diligently year-round, she bore none of a martial artist's coarse ruggedness; her skin remained fair as jade.
She had strikingly handsome features, with sword-like brows slanting toward her temples, adding three parts of intimidating sharpness to her bearing.
Young women around her occasionally cast glances in Tao Hong's direction, but she remained unmoved.
Near the front on the right side of the crowd sat He Clan's young master, He Wen.
As his name suggested, He Wen was gentle and refined, like warm jade tempered beneath the sun.
He was exceptionally handsome, with a clean, sharply defined jawline. The corners of his peach-blossom