Central City seemed to stir with a soundless tempest; though voices were stifled, countless pairs of widened eyes lifted simultaneously from beneath their bamboo hats.
Amidst the wind and rain, Pei Ye looked up towards the height.
Duan Dansheng evidently did not foresee this, yet he stood up slowly, lifting his sword in hand.
With just one gesture, the wind and rain grew silent, billions of water droplets paused midair.
"Truly surprising." A vast anger pressed upon his face, he spoke coldly.
The Western Border's undisputed second Great Sect, [Feng Xuwugui] Duan Dansheng, has stood atop The Pugilistic World for over a dozen Spring and Autumn Annals. Today, over a thousand sects of the Western Border's martial world gather here, the only comparable figures being Wei Guang and Chen Qingxiang.
And yet he was publicly questioned by a fledgling young man.
