At Windless Cliff Plaza, the crowd of onlookers was growing, their eyes fixed on Ye Cheng and the others in the center of the square.
The moment Ye Cheng took a step, a blurry afterimage appeared before him with shocking abruptness. No one had seen it coming.
SWISH!
Ye Cheng's feet skidded to a halt. Staring at the figure before him, his pupils contracted sharply.
At the same time, the gazes of the onlookers were drawn to this newcomer. When they saw his face, their expressions filled with utter shock.
The figure was none other than the youth who had been holding a sword. He was tall, dressed in long, pale green robes. His features were sharp and chiseled, with elegant, sword-like brows. A cascade of black hair fluttered gently in the wind, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly air.
"One Sword Flying Snow: Jian Bufan!"
It was unclear who first uttered the simple words, but they swept through the entire plaza like a storm, capturing everyone's attention.
