At the same time, on a hundred-zhang cliff overlooking the sea on Mount Putuo's main island stood an exquisite two-story pavilion, built by moving mountains. Its upturned eaves were lavishly carved and decorated, making for a most pleasing sight.
In front of the pavilion was a cliffside platform, like a courtyard before a house. A begonia tree grew beside it, and at a stone table beneath the tree sat a young man dressed in white as pure as snow.
His eyes were deep, his features handsome, with sharply defined corners to his eyes and a high, angular nose. His black hair was gathered high atop his head and secured with a jade crown set in purple gold. He looked neat, capable, and exceptionally heroic.
At that moment, he gently rubbed a white jade teacup in his hand as he listened to someone beside him ramble on. Impatience gradually appeared between his brows.
The person beside him seemed wholly unaware and continued, "Senior Brother Zhou Yu, you must help me teach those two a proper lesson this time. Otherwise, I truly cannot swallow this insult..."
Bang! Before he could finish, the white jade teacup was slammed heavily onto the stone table.
Surprisingly, the white jade cup did not shatter. Instead, a ring-shaped imprint was smashed into the stone table, embedding the cup's base within it.
At the sound, the speaker's voice abruptly stopped, and he looked at the white-robed man in alarm.
"Senior Brother Zhou Yu..."
"Wu Ming, you still have the nerve to speak? You neglected public duty for personal reasons and nearly caused fellow disciples to be injured. Not sending you to the Discipline Hall for punishment was already giving your Wu family plenty of face. What more do you want?" The white-robed man cast him a sidelong glance