Figures flew out one by one, perching on the eaves of the grand halls, pausing on high platforms, or hovering in mid-air. Their gazes, filled with shock and uncertainty, turned toward the sky above the square before the main hall—at the arrogant figure in fluttering green robes, suspended with his hands behind his back.
"Who is that? I clearly heard someone shout, 'Chen Sheng, come out and fight!' Could he be the famous Captain Chen from the Jingwu Bureau who's been making a name for himself in Ning'an lately?"
A young disciple who didn't recognize Lu Xuanzhou couldn't help but whisper to a sect member beside him.
"I don't know either."
"Who has the audacity to cause such a commotion and issue a challenge here at our Danxia Sect?"
An elder with graying hair and a beard gazed at the sky, his expression grave, and uttered a few solemn words:
"It's the Young Master of Luoyun Manor, Lu Xuanzhou."
"Lu Xuanzhou?! He's actually back!"
