It was so abrupt, and so forceful, while both "survey the assembled talents" and "appear before the register is completed the day after tomorrow" carried something far too unusual-as though he stood a whole level above everyone else, bordering on outright arrogance.
People dug everywhere for news of this name, but in the end, only one account received fairly widespread confirmation: he seemed to come from a small county called Fenghuai in the Northern Mountain Wilderness, and was this year's Autumn Competition Chief Champion of Bowang Prefecture.
"I was competing in Bowang Prefecture then. He really was incredible. In the championship tournament, he casually broke a sixth-growth fighter's Intent Sword, and he knew an Intent Sword move himself."
This information was sold at Du Wuniang's establishment, collected from a Bowang martial artist. But afterward, the man added, "That Pei Ye was fourth growth, though. As for this sixth-growth one, I don't know whether they're the same person."
The Autumn Champion of a Martial Competition in some remote prefecture? Crossing two lineage realms in twenty days?
No definite word emerged, because nobody had seen this person, and nobody knew where he was now. When asked what he looked like, the Bowang martial artist's answer was also recorded in the intelligence: "Wore green clothes. Looked like... a seventeen-year-old lad."
Unless he had gone twenty days without changing clothes.
Though the discussions grew ever fiercer, the Register Compilation Assembly continued as usual.
Swordsmen ascended the Jade Sword Platform one after another. Countless eyes watched these prodigies worthy of a place in the Golden Register, and one could imagine their names spreading throughout Shaolong over the next month or two.
Pei Ye was wearing green clothes.
As he approached, he was rather surprised. Compared with yesterday's seething Jianghu atmosphere, this scarcely seemed the same