From where I'm standing, the light falls just right from the left, bringing out the contours of my profile. Perfect.
That was what Song Chi thought, but his expression remained cold and stern.
Brother Si, watch closely!
The wind swept past, sending his robes fluttering.
Song Chi was still making sure everyone inside the hall could see his jawline at its most perfect.
Xiao Lin of the Northern Frontier frowned ever more deeply, waiting for him to continue.
Most of those in Jade Splendor Hall also felt that Song Chi's presence soared like a rainbow. He seemed to be gathering Sword Intent, so they dared not hurry him.
Only those from the Eastern Region...
Holding a book at the sidelines, Black Mountain shook his head. "Fellow Daoist Song cuts such a magnificent figure, standing tall with such transcendent bearing! He truly carries something of the Sword Immortals of old! Only..."
He spread his palm and very earnestly counted on his fingers.
"...twenty breaths have passed since he finished that sentence. Why hasn't he entered the field yet?"
The moment he finished speaking, a snort came from beside him.
Zhou Yan hurriedly covered his mouth with his folding fan, his shoulders shaking violently.
Xie Changsheng silently lowered his head, pretending to smooth the gray donkey's coat.
Luo Qingyin took a deep breath and raised a teacup to hide her face.
The young cultivators in the hall who had initially been awed by Song Chi's presence now wore rather peculiar expressions too.
Song Chi's cold, stern profile instantly cracked. He whipped his head around and glared viciously at Black Mountain.
So what if it's been twenty breaths? Is twenty breaths that long?!
You stupid bear! You've ruined my atmosphere!
*Once this fight is over, I'm definitely finding a chance to sew that