Xie Xinghan's eyes widened as she read a passage on the paper:
"...A mighty wind swept away the clouds; snow blanketed the imposing pass. A ring of incomparably powerful energy rippled out from Zhuang Zhou, actually hurling the Kingdom of Shu's high priest backward, breaking his arm in several places, grievously injuring his heart and lungs, and making him spit blood! Everyone was aghast. The peerless Cancong Art had actually been shattered by this man's single move! Before they could react, Zhuang Zhou's figure had become a blinding white rainbow, crossing layer upon layer of Sword Formations and charging straight toward the King of Shu's throne!
'Protect His Majesty!' A piercing cry tore through the clouds. Eight sect leaders and twelve elders attacked as one, streams of true qi surging skyward with the force of a storm. Zhuang Zhou swept his sword sideways, his robes billowing, and the wind and snow changed color! The power of that single stroke plowed a long, deep trench through the snowfield, driving these foremost masters of the Kingdom of Shu back more than a dozen paces and snapping every one of their weapons! Collapsed on the ground, the high priest roared in terror, 'Who exactly are you!!!'
He had already begun to guess the young man's identity! Who else could force all the heroes beneath heaven to bow their heads with one man and one sword? But he refused to believe it! Dared not believe it! Zhuang Zhou did not answer. He merely tossed his sword, burying half its length in the snow, then turned and walked toward the petrified King of Shu, saying, 'Whoever crosses this sword dies'..."
Xie Xinghan stared, tongue-tied. She raised her head, her lips half-parted, while Chen Qing Shan nodded excitedly at her. "It's so good!!!"
"This... this... what