"As for the format, we'll follow the rules of the arena stage of the Feather-Scale Trial: those below may challenge those above, and the winner stays." Cui Zhaoye cupped her hands toward the north. "Her Highness has also provided prizes: treasured swords, fine horses, sword arts... treasures for heroes. All that remains is for ten outstanding talents to step forward."
The gathering fell quiet for a moment. Then someone smiled faintly and rose with easy grace-a handsome man in his twenties. Cradling his sword with refined composure, he bowed to those around him, then bowed deeply toward the north. "In that case, I, Shao Xiuyuan of Little Clear Lake, shall be the raft that carries you across first."
Little Clear Lake was one of the lower twelve sword schools. Its true disciple Shao Xiuyuan's name was also listed on the gauze curtain, ranked three hundred and thirteenth. Though he modestly offered himself as a raft, there were not actually many present who could contend with him.
But the next instant, someone else rose from his seat.
Azure robes, an Azure sword, a face like pine and cypress. He said evenly, "Lu Zhiju of Qingcheng requests instruction from Fellow Daoist Shao."
Cui Zhaoye tilted her head. "Our ten places haven't been filled yet. Won't you claim a place first, True Disciple Lu?"
Lu Zhiju carried his sword down toward the floor. "No need. Since Brother Shao has offered an invitation, I cannot leave him neglected."
Over half of those who had been itching to try suddenly settled firmly into their seats.
The air of needle meeting needle's point immediately became apparent. It was not that Lu Zhiju could not take the second place, but how would his entrance stand out then?
Perhaps people would notice the second person to stand, too,