One Sword Assassination

"Is he Ye Chen?"

The long-haired young man looked Ye Chen over curiously. During the years when Ye Chen had been unrivaled in the limelight, he had not been on the True Spirit Continent, but had been roaming overseas. By the time he returned, Ye Chen had already left the True Spirit Continent, his whereabouts unknown. Yet whether in teahouses, taverns, or the streets and alleys, people spoke of Ye Chen constantly.

Without needing to inquire deliberately, the long-haired young man had already formed an impression of Ye Chen in his mind: genius, monster, invincible among his peers, unbeaten since his rise to fame.

With so many honors gathered upon one person, the long-haired young man had developed a strong interest in Ye Chen. He wanted to see just what height this legendary young genius had reached, whether he possessed the same peerless aptitude as Empress Xuan.

"Dugu Jue is arrogant, Tantai Mingyue ethereal. What feeling does this Ye Chen give you?" The brown-haired woman was equally interested in Ye Chen and turned her head to ask the long-haired young man.

The long-haired young man pondered for a moment before saying, "Perhaps inclusiveness."

"Inclusiveness?"

The brown-haired woman was slightly surprised.

"A swordsman's bearing is sharp, but he is entirely different from ordinary swordsmen. That is my first impression of him." The long-haired young man said, "That is true. He really is different from ordinary swordsmen."

The brown-haired woman nodded faintly.

If they had not known something of Ye Chen beforehand, they could not possibly have made such an assessment. It was precisely because they had heard so much about Ye Chen on the True Spirit Continent—great matters and small, every detail—and then seen the man himself that they could immediately put their feelings into words.

Had it been anyone else