As everyone looked over, a roaring gale of azure wind swept across the distant sky. Carrying a razor-sharp aura, it surged toward the mountaintop in an instant.
"This fellow is clearly the fastest, yet he always arrives last..."
The Sword Venerable raised his head and watched the howling gale in the sky, speaking with a faint smile.
Under everyone's gaze, the roaring azure gale stopped upon reaching the mountaintop. As though a gentle breeze had brushed past, two figures rode the wind down from within it and landed beside the seats.
The elder among them wore azure robes, his long hair hanging loosely down his back. He looked utterly carefree, and traces of his youthful good looks still lingered on his face. In his younger days, he must have been an exceptionally handsome, dashing man...
Countless gentle breezes swirled softly around Venerable Feng, whose face bore a faint smile. Behind him stood a quiet girl dressed in green. She appeared to be Mu Qingluan, the final disciple everyone had mentioned earlier.
"Even Venerable Feng has come! All four Venerables have gathered for this year's Four Pavilions Assembly. What a rare grand occasion!"
"Getting to see all four Venerables at this Four Pavilions Assembly makes the trip worthwhile!"
"I just wonder who will come out on top this time..."
With Venerable Feng's arrival, another wave of excited cries swept across the mountaintop. The crowd kept shouting, their eyes burning with fervor as they looked at the four Venerables above.
Seeing Venerable Feng arrive, both the Thunder Venerable and the Sword Venerable rose slightly, cupping their hands with smiles as they invited him to sit.
After all, Venerable Feng had risen to fame far earlier than the other three. His seniority and reputation surpassed those of the Thunder Venerable and the Sword