Now standing on the platform, facing one another beneath the glow of twin moons, were two children that did not look ordinary.
Yu Xuan — the youngest son of the Patriarch, dressed in ceremonial black-and-white robes, a calm glint in his eyes.
And opposite him, Ming Tianmei — a vision of grace and mystery, her long hair fluttering slightly with the wind.
Though she was older by a few years, they stood as equals — two prodigies about to clash.
The crowd stirred with anticipation.
They had seen Tianmei fight once — briefly, elegantly, effortlessly — but this was their chance to truly witness her strength.
Yu Xuan, meanwhile, had unknowingly become something of a spectacle. Sword Intent. Calm demeanor. Powerful background. At this point, everyone was expecting… something.
And they were about to get more than they bargained for.
Yu Xuan glanced at Ming Tianmei.
'She's beautiful,' he thought.
