The foot of Mount Hua had not been this lively in a long time.
Ever since Yue Buqun and Feng Qingyang had died and the Huashan Sect had been destroyed, so many people from the Jianghu had never gathered here again.
Especially over the past two years, as the Great Sui descended into chaos and the aristocratic clans waged war, even fewer people had been willing to come.
Yet over the past few days, many people from the Jianghu had arrived.
Inside a tavern, some were drinking and discussing major events in the Jianghu.
"I'm telling you, Gong Ziyu, the Azure Dragon Society's Great Dragon Head, will definitely win this time. The Azure Dragon Society has been a hidden sect for so many years. Anyone who becomes its Great Dragon Head must possess astonishing strength. Lin Lang definitely isn't his match."
"Bullshit! Lin Lang will win for sure. If Gong Ziyu were really that strong, why didn't he act sooner? He must be no match for Lin Lang. Lin Lang is a peerless expert who's killed more than one Martial Arts Myth!"
"I think they'll both end up badly wounded. When people in the same realm fight, like you and me, who dares claim certain victory?"
They argued over one another, each convinced he was right.
A'Fei sat in a corner, drinking alone in silence. Could those mediocrities judge whether Lin Lang or Gong Ziyu was stronger?
And were these people even worthy of watching the sword duel?
Suddenly, everyone in the tavern fell silent. A'Fei looked toward the entrance, where a man carrying a sword was walking in.
The man's footsteps were light, yet every stride covered exactly the same distance, as though each had been calculated.
Moreover, it seemed that no matter when someone drew a sword, he