Three days later, Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect Plaza.
Fenglong wore a flowing purple robe, its hem embroidered with three lifelike arcs of violet lightning. As he walked, electric light seemed to flow around him.
A thunder jade belt was fastened around his waist, its clasp a condensed Purple Thunder Crystal that faintly pulsed with lightning power.
The Purple Lightning Light-Splitting Sword hung diagonally across his back, its sheath fashioned from deep-sea ebony and set with seven tiny Thunder Meteoric Iron beads.
He was only twenty years old, tall and straight-backed, with handsome features and sword-like brows reaching into his temples.
His eyes were deep and sharp, faintly tinged with purple, as though they were nurturing lightning within.
As one of the sect's most outstanding younger-generation disciples, he had already reached the Foundation Establishment Late Stage at twenty, truly the cream of his generation.
The moment Fenglong arrived at the gathering place, he saw a figure hurry toward him.
The man wore a green Daoist robe, its hem embroidered with fine black lightning patterns. A jade token engraved with the character "Yuan" hung at his waist. He was Zhao Jie, a follower of Lei Yuan, one of the sect's true disciples.
Not yet thirty, he was at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
He had an average build and fairly handsome features, but his triangular eyes gave him a sinister look.
With Lei Yuan backing him, he had gained no small measure of influence among the younger-generation disciples.
Zhao Jie stepped forward and cupped his hands, his enthusiasm somewhat forced. "Junior Brother Fenglong, congratulations on earning the qualification to enter the Thunder Marsh Secret Realm.
"As it happens, I'll be participating as well. We must look out for one another."
Fenglong glanced at him. His eyes remained utterly calm as he replied indifferently,