"It's only the first day, and someone has already beaten three Hall Masters in a row and made it into the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion. Could the Heavenly Frost Pavilion be deliberately going easy on this Song Xian?"
"Deliberately going easy on Song Xian? Who among the cultivators of his generation in this world could withstand the Netherfrost Sword Qi?"
"I think Hall Master Wuhuan was careless. That's how Song Xian managed to snatch a bargain."
"No, no, no. As I see it, Hall Master Wuhuan must have received instructions from the Former Pavilion Master and held back in this contest. Otherwise, with the strength of the Heavenly Frost Pavilion's three Hall Masters, who could possibly marry Miss Qingcheng?"
"That makes sense."
"Tell me, if that's really the case, aren't those disciples of sects and aristocratic clans who planned to watch and wait, then enter the contest over the next two days, stamping their feet in frustration right now?"
"I'd be anxious too, if it were me."
"The Number One Beauty Under Heaven, married off to some nameless country bumpkin. It's a fresh flower stuck in cow dung."
As Xu Taiping walked step by step toward the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, the discussions among the spectators behind him grew louder and louder.
Their gazes held surprise and confusion as they looked at Xu Taiping, but even more envy and jealousy.
"Besides those few disciples of aristocratic clans and sects I know of, there really is someone among the younger generation who can withstand Wuhuan's Netherfrost Sword Qi."
Unlike those people, this was what still puzzled Xuanyuan Xueluo.
"Lady Xuanyuan."
Just as Xuanyuan Xueluo watched Xu Taiping walk step by step into the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, puzzlement written across her face, A Mu, the White Tiger Armor guard beside her, suddenly called softly