Before long, Wen Qingye walked to face Bai Shishuang. His white robes fluttered as if about to take flight, his long black hair dancing behind him like splattered ink.
"You're now qualified to challenge me."
Wen Qingye had been silent the entire time, but his first words upon stepping onto the Yanwu Platform caused an uproar.
"Did I hear that right?"
The people from the Luocheng Ancient Country stared at one another, thinking they must have misheard.
"Qualified?" Hearing Wen Qingye's words, Bai Shishuang's pupils constricted violently. Wen Qingye was different. If anyone else had said that, he would have scoffed. But for some reason, Wen Qingye's words filled him with a profound sense of danger.
Tang Jin sneered, "This Wen Qingye is certainly all talk, just like you people from the Celestial Martial Country."
"Let's see just how capable you really are!"
