His appearance did not suit this occasion; compared with everyone else, he looked rather casual.
But what truly bewildered everyone was the unsheathed sword in his hand.
Strange and beautiful-some recognized it, but most did not. With his arm angled and his sword extended, he walked step by step toward the center of the hall. Whatever the case, this was an act no one knew how to respond to.
-This was not the time to test swords. The sword testing had already ended, or had not yet begun. And even if it were time, he should not have walked up with his sword drawn like this. Most importantly, who was he?
In this solemn, orderly place, such behavior threw everyone's thoughts into confusion. He simply walked forward with his sword extended, past the seventy-two seated swordsmen, past Qu Ying, past Bai Fei, past Qi Mengchen and Nan Guannu, past Yan Bingjian and Zuo Sheng. Some had already cried out in astonishment at the sight of his face.
Finally, people began to speak. "Young master... who are you?"
"Who are you, young hero? Is something the matter?"
"Who are you?"
But the boy did not answer, and no one took any further action, because even those asking questions were still dazed-and, more importantly, that black-robed figure stood below the hall.
He had immediately halted his steps toward the front of the hall. After a moment's silence, he turned and quietly watched the boy walking straight toward him.
No one wanted to rashly disrupt anything. Whatever the matter was, the Governor-General should of course speak first.
By the time Pei Ye reached the edge of the Sword Field, some people had begun to understand. Su Xingke was one of them. Looking at that young face, at those blue-green robes, he suddenly realized