Today was the Mid-Autumn Festival-ten thousand words to wish everyone a happy holiday!
Tang Chen gave the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand a light swing, stirring up a powerful gust that swept straight toward the Chen Clan Preparation Area.
He called out clearly, "Is Xiao Hongchen of the Chen Clan here? Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect has come to seek your guidance!"
Chen Xiaojun, who was chatting with someone below the stage, froze when he heard the voice.
He muttered inwardly, Is he looking for me? How strange. Could this be because of what happened with Tang Xiao?
A stir ran through the Chen Clan's camp as well. Everyone exchanged looks, thoroughly surprised.
Chen Xiaojun had never crossed paths with Tang Chen before. Why had he suddenly come straight for Chen Xiaojun?
For a while, no one answered Tang Chen's challenge, leaving the scene somewhat awkward.
Tang Chen was undeterred, however. Once again, he called out loudly, "Is Xiao Hongchen of the Chen Clan here? Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect has come to seek your guidance!"
This time, Chen Xiaojun knew he could no longer avoid it.
Since Tang Chen had already called him out by name twice, he could only steel himself and take the stage, even though he had not wanted to fight today.
Just as he was about to step toward the arena, someone suddenly emerged from the Chen Clan Preparation Area, making him stop involuntarily.
A man slowly ascended the arena, each step steady and powerful.
His presence was wild, yet carried an unmistakable steadiness.
Tang Chen watched the approaching man, whose build rivaled his own and whose sword qi soared into the heavens. His expression grew grave. Fixing his gaze on the young man before him, he asked solemnly,