On the arena, Ye Wuchen stood tall, his white robes as pristine as snow. He held his sword pointed diagonally toward the ground, his entire presence reminiscent of a blade unsheathed.
He did not underestimate Lu Lei, choosing to draw his long sword immediately. Clearly, Lu Lei’s record of defeating six opponents in a row was enough to command his respect.
A gentle breeze blew, causing Ye Wuchen’s robes to flutter, which drew a chorus of squeals from the female cultivators in the audience.
Chapter 88