Yong Ji left the platform, and the Heavenly Matriarch and Ji Jiuying took the stage.
The Heavenly Matriarch did not really look like an old woman. She was actually very small, and though she was said to be around fifty, there was no trace of it in her appearance. She also wore her hair in two buns, and barely reached Ji Jiuying's chin.
Ji Jiuying was indeed rather tall, but the Heavenly Matriarch really did look a little... sweet and lovely as carved jade and snow.
She looked Ji Jiuying up and down, a tasseled sword hanging diagonally behind her waist. "A little one from Heavenly Mountain? I didn't see you last time."
Even her voice suited her appearance remarkably well.
Ji Jiuying had never seen her either.
Inevitably a little hesitant now, she held her sword and saluted. "Ji Jiuying, [Shuangcheng] of Heavenly Mountain. My master is Zhou Wuying. I ask for your instruction, Senior."
"No need for ceremony," the Heavenly Matriarch said in a clear, bright voice.
The Winter Sword Platform could rightly be called vast, and the gathered crowds filled two districts. The Immortal Platform could hardly let everyone see the fighting clearly, but it had set up a sound-transmitting Profound Formation, which carried every clang and clatter of battle.
Hearing this voice, many first-time spectators bewilderedly checked which match this was.
"Come on." The Heavenly Matriarch drew her sword. "Let's finish quickly. I still have to go find little Ming."
Her sword was long, slender, and snow-bright. Ji Jiuying held her breath and focused, slowly raising her blade.
Once she had been assigned this match, Ji Jiuying had harbored little desire to win. She was neither a sword fanatic nor a battle fanatic. She could not even beat Pei Ye, and saw nothing unacceptable about losing