Yue Shan left, Zhou Qing also turned and departed. Though he appeared unscathed, he had sustained some injuries. Staying on the stage any longer would be unwise, thus stepping down was a sensible choice, and no one said anything.
"Let me face you!" A woman stepped out from the Cyan Yang Sect disciples, dressed in a white outfit, her face resolute. A soft sword was strapped to her waist, adorned with ancient floral patterns that gleamed with cold starlight.
"It's Senior Sister Yan Qingfeng!"
"Senior Sister Yan's Cold Star Swordsmanship is masterful. No ordinary late-stage Transcendence Realm martial artist can match her."
"That's nothing. I once witnessed Senior Sister Yan Qingfeng sever a river hundreds of meters wide with her soft sword!"
