Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the Grand Tournament.
Myriad Sword Sect, Celestial Pivot Martial Arena.
As the sect's most notorious "looks enthusiast," Lin Mengyao had arrived early today. She wasn't wearing her elaborate formal dress, but had instead changed into a sleek lake-blue martial outfit. She held a jade fan in her hand, her eyes scanning the entrance like a hawk, looking exactly like someone searching for a rare treasure.
"Senior Sister Mengyao, look—Young Master Su Mo from the Hidden Blade Pavilion is coming," a junior female disciple reminded her in a low voice.
Lin Mengyao merely gave him a sidelong glance before withdrawing her gaze with complete disinterest. "Him? Always walking around with that gloomy face, like someone owes him five million spirit stones. The more you look at him, the more petty he seems. Boring."
