Thud~
A figure landed in the blink of an eye!
Everyone looked over and saw a young gentleman, followed immediately by a beauty in white landing behind him.
Whoosh~
Everyone along both banks turned to look. The woman wore a plain white dress, her figure tall and her features coolly beautiful. With a sword in hand, she looked like a wandering swordswoman who had stepped out of a book, even possessing something of the bearing of "the foremost beauty of the Daoist sects."
Yet the white-robed gentleman beside her surpassed her in presence!
He wore a cloud-patterned brocade robe, with two weapons hanging at his waist. His stern eyes resembled icy springs. After landing, he showed neither the slightest stage fright nor arrogance, merely looking casually around for a seat.
The contestants on the circular platform in the river all had distinguished backgrounds. Seeing such an ostentatious entrance, they could not help muttering:
"This fellow certainly thinks no one else matters..."
"Who is he?"
"He flew out of the heir's viewing stand, and he's carrying swords. Looks like someone from Purple Emblem Mountain..."
"Why can't I see through the man's foundations? Could he have no cultivation?"
"Would someone with no cultivation dare jump from a five-story building?!"
As the legitimate grandson of Great Qian's foremost martial artist, Wei Lu was far from ignorant. After a brief look, he recognized the woman as a Purple Emblem Mountain Inheritor.
But the seemingly unruffled man had a presence so powerful it was rather frightening. Wei Lu did not recognize him at all, and his gaze grew grave.
"Who might you two be?"
With countless eyes upon him, Linghu Qingmo showed no stage fright. Holding his sword, he offered a textbook salute of the martial world.
"Linghu Qingmo, Purple Emblem Mountain."
"Xie Jinhuan.