In the night, the Fire Spring babbled, transparent like molten red agate, reflecting the pure white snow into a crimson hue.
No one expected a group of young powerhouses to have a grand showdown.
One side came from the Ye State, the other from the Eastern Land, and in a way, the two camps had confronted each other!
"Friend, it's better to back down."
From the Eastern Land's side, a young man spoke with a gentle smile, his words powerful, overshadowing all other voices.
His blue robe exuded elegance, making people feel like a spring breeze, but when his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as if Immortal Swords were clanging in his gaze, ready to fly out at any moment.
As he tried to persuade, their group did not stop advancing, still closing in, creating an invisible sense of oppression.
Wu Yaizu spoke: "When your people made a move, you didn't stop them. Now that they're captured, can you not bear it?"
