Lin Bai walked into the Fighting Arena.
On the other side, the passageway swung open, and a woman in a black long skirt emerged, wearing a silver white Moon Crescent mask that covered the upper half of her face, leaving only her alluring red lips exposed.
She walked step by step, as cold as frost, with an otherworldly elegance, just like her name, Immortal of Moon, lofty above the Bright Moon, a goddess not to be desecrated!
Judge Ning Zheng saw Lin Bai and the Immortal of Moon entering one after another and smiled indifferently: "Today's match is bound to be an extraordinary contest, so I'll not disturb you two."
"If you're both ready, you may begin."
Ning Zheng chuckled lightly, saying this before soaring into the sky, sitting upon the Cloud Top to watch this Martial Arts Competition.
Now, only Lin Bai and the Immortal of Moon remained in the arena.
Lin Bai looked at the Immortal of Moon and said calmly: "I heard you were injured? Is that true?"
