The letter turned to ash in the rain. Yan Shicheng looked up at Jiang Che.
He saw not the slightest trace of panic.
Jiang Che looked at him and suddenly gave a soft sigh.
"Good thing I prepared more."
The courtyard gate opened again, and someone chuckled.
"Wonderful."
Luo Wenling strolled inside at his leisure, shaking his head as he walked.
"To think I was mocking this brat earlier, only to find I was the one in the wrong. Someone actually dared to harm a disciple our Jingxiao Peak valued, right here in the Azure Mystic Sect. Well, that opened my eyes."
Yan Shicheng sighed.
He knew Jiang Che was cautious. He had done everything he could to intercept the messages sent to Jingxiao Peak.
He thought he had caught them all, but he had still prepared for the worst.
Now, the worst had simply come to pass. He raised his hands, drew a pair of Black Gauntlets from his sleeve, and slowly put them on. Dark patterns coiled across the gauntlets, and as he poured magical power into them, a dim glow seeped from their lines.
This was a magic artifact.
"I have long heard of Luo Wenling's great reputation on Jingxiao Peak," Yan Shicheng said. "Today, let me see for myself just how remarkable a man only one step away from becoming a True Disciple truly is."
As a fellow Qi Refining Practitioner, Yan Shicheng was no weakling now.
Luo Wenling was certainly gifted enough to earn the peak's regard, but he had only joined the sect a little over ten years ago, and had spent even less time at Qi Refining. Yan Shicheng might still have a chance of winning.
Even if a fight caused a commotion, he would do everything he could to win, then take