Weishan, Linghe Pavilion.
Two silhouettes were dueling in the spacious martial arts field.
One of them possessed sharp leg skills, nimble and quick like a graceful crane.
However, all her offensive moves seemed to have little to no effect on the opponent in front of her.
The latter, with an air of nonchalance, easily blocked all her attacks as if he were strolling in a courtyard.
In the end, he even swept up a strict and dignified middle-aged spectator into the battlefield as an afterthought.
The duel between two people turned into a melee of three.
The white vigor flickered rapidly like a flashbulb, and the sound of fists and kicks colliding was as crisp as firecrackers.
Master Liudao Yuan, with his white hair and long beard hanging down both cheeks like a dust brush, sat in a Taishi Chair holding a delicate, snow-white teacup.
He glanced at the fighting group in front of him and gently coughed.
At his side, Liu Si nodded respectfully and rushed into the battlefield below.
