Chen Heng saw that the man who flew out of the spiral Golden Hall appeared to be around thirty.
He wore a blue gauze headscarf and a Piercing Yang Treasure Robe, with broad robes and wide sleeves, and held a fly whisk.
His appearance was quite distinguished, with an air of otherworldliness and an ethereal bearing.
Standing upon a streak of glossy green escape light, as smooth and slippery as mutton-fat ointment, he saluted the Jadechen cultivators before him and said with a smile:
"I am Ruan Liang, a Cavern Mystery cultivator from Snake-Dragon Mountain under the Huzhao Upper Sect. I have long heard how formidable and exquisite Jadechen's Dao arts are, and have been itching to experience them.
"With this fine opportunity today, which Dao brother of Jadechen would be willing to step forward and offer me some instruction?"
Yu Shitong first glanced at Ruan Liang, who was issuing the challenge, then turned to Tao Tian and laughed.
"You old devil certainly have leisure to spare. Are you imitating the wars of mortal dynasties, sending champions to duel before the armies?"
"We have nothing else to do. We might as well watch the younger disciples show their skills."
Tao Tian said:
"Of course, Yu Shitong, if you dare not, I will not force you. Let us each withdraw and muster our troops for battle."
"What a clumsy attempt to goad me. Since you are so impatient to suffer humiliation, this True Person is not unreasonable. I shall grant your wish!"
Yu Shitong shook his head, looked into the hall, and called:
"Disciples, heed my command! Whoever slays this fiend for me shall earn a merit from this True Person!"
His voice was as mighty as a mountain reaching into the heavens, ringing beside the Jadechen cultivators' ears with a