"Then I shall respectfully accept," said the summoned man as he rose with a smile.
One stood with his hands behind his back, while the other held a folding fan, both carrying themselves with elegant grace.
As spiritual energy surged around them, it looked like a spar, yet both had brought out their true skills.
The sound of a zither drifted from within the room, like clashing gold and iron, like the mighty Yangtze rolling eastward.
Carrying the weight of battle, it rumbled like thunder, painting a vision before their eyes: an enemy general's severed head amid ten thousand troops.
For a moment, it made their blood boil, and they wished they could battle heaven and earth.
As though stirred by the zither music, the two men in the plum garden to the left of the music room also began fighting in earnest.
One punch carried the true intent of the fist path.
A folding fan unfurled illusory plum blossoms, and snow began to drift across the sky.
Though it was called a spar, nearly everyone here wanted to win Miss Mirror's favor.
Before long, the man with the folding fan was defeated. His illusion was shattered by a single punch, and he was sent flying backward.
"Lone Goose Bai of the Great Desert has come to seek guidance." The folding-fan man had barely lost when others immediately wished to step forward and offer instruction.
"Gentlemen, why not let these young masters rest for a round before continuing?" the woman from Elegant Garden said with a smile.
That would be fair as well, avoiding a wheel battle.
"Very well. This brother may rest for now. Who wishes to fight me?" Lone Goose Bai of the Great Desert asked loudly.
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