At the Lake Tower, on the arena stage.
A graceful figure stood alone, her slender body as straight as a sword. Her black hair fluttered as she held a long white sword, looking like a Sword Immortal descended to the mortal world—cold and aloof, yet with an unparalleled sharpness.
"Spiritual Element Realm?"
A hint of astonishment crossed Han Feng's face, but he quickly broke into a smile. "Miss, I suggest you leave this place at once. You are no match for me."
Li Peiyi's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Her eyes glinted with a cold, sharp light as she said, "I suggest you drop the contempt, or you will suffer a miserable defeat."
Seated at the banquet, Qin Ya smirked. "Heh, Peiyi is angry now. It looks like this Han Feng is in for a bit of a rough time."
