Before them stood a man in a blue suit, tall and slender, noble as jade.
He strode forward with his long legs.
The lights cast from all around shone upon him,
illuminating his face, as if drawn with ink, half-hidden in light and shadow, making him unrecognizible.
All they knew was…
A terrifyingly powerful aura emanated from him.
Behind him, a man stood tall and elegant in a white shirt and black trousers.
His aura was cold and sharp, making people instinctively avert their gaze, daring not to look directly or to offend.
The two men walked in unison,
step by steady step, neither hasty nor slow.
Yet, it felt as if their footsteps landed on everyone's hearts,
causing their breathing to catch.
Who?
Who was it?!
Who dared to trespass into the Song family's backyard?
Shadows played and light flickered,
making the figures of the two men appear more and more indistinct.
On the giant projection screen hanging above,
the two figures slowly… drew closer.
First, two pairs of long, straight legs.
Then, the narrow waistlines.
Then, the royal blue suit and the robust physique encased in a white shirt.
Finally…
The faces!
The wealthy idlers in the live stream widened their eyes, desperate to see who this person was, who had barged into the Song family's backyard, flung away an A-class martial artist in front of a congenital master, and dared to be so arrogant!
Who dared to openly oppose the Song family?
Just as the faces of the two men were about to be revealed in the live stream camera.
The man in the white shirt made a slight movement of his wrist.
With a "snap,"
the live broadcast feed cut off!
The idlers watching the live stream instantly exploded.
It was so close…
So close!
Why did it disconnect?
Connect it quickly!
But, as the idlers frantically refreshed the live stream.
The screen displayed—
【This user has been deregistered】
The idlers: "???"
What's going on?
It was just getting exciting!
They hadn't even seen who the two people were.
They hadn't seen the congenital master make a move.
And then it was gone? Deregistered?
Is Young Master Song unable to play fair?
One by one, they messaged in their idlers' group chat, pinging "@Young Master Song" to inquire about the situation.
At this moment, a message stood out amidst the flood of greetings.
【I feel like… the person in the blue suit… his cufflinks look a bit familiar, like I've seen them somewhere before.】
However, this sentence didn't create much of a stir.
It was quickly drowned out by discussions about forming a group to go to the Song family's backyard to witness this fight up close.
The idlers discussed and speculated.
Meanwhile, those at the scene were utterly dumbfounded.
They stared at the two men before them in utter shock.
Their breathing immediately became rapid.
That… that is…
"Mo Clan?"
The congenital master, who had maintained an arrogant demeanor, wouldn't have paid attention even if two more people arrived.
But when his gaze fell upon the man in the blue suit,
his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The proud expression on his face instantly froze.
He stared intently at the man in blue… at the cufflink on his blue sleeve… inlaid with a blue diamond, emitting a dazzling, peculiar glow.
Within the cufflink, as it sparkled, a complex, fluctuating emblem could be faintly discerned.
That… that was the symbol of the "Mo Clan"!
The Mo Clan.
The mysterious power located at the edge of the world, ungoverned by any nation, occupying an entire continent!
A mysterious power that the entire world could not control, only engaging in relationships of mutual benefit!
A power so formidable that just a few hundred of its members could stand at the pinnacle of the world!
It was a place even he, who was considered a god in the eyes of others, a congenital master, could not aspire to.
Those who came from there…
One could match a hundred congenital masters like him!
How could someone from the Mo Clan appear in Xia Country?
How could they…
Appear here?
The congenital master's throat felt as if something was blocking it. His eyes widened like copper bells, staring in terror and awe at the man in the blue suit bearing the "Mo Clan" emblem.
He slowly came to a stop before Ming Zheng.
The face, previously as frigid as a frozen river, suddenly melted like the first snow the moment his gaze fell upon Ming Zheng, his eyes filled with a touch of tenderness.
"A'Zheng, I'm late."
The man's voice was deep, his words seeming to suppress excitement, as he spoke one by one.
Ming Zheng was uncharacteristically taken aback. A hint of surprised joy gradually bloomed on her bright, fair face.
Like a poppy blooming in the dark night, exuding strands of deadly yet captivating beauty.
The man with the ink-drawn face lowered his head.
And the dazzling girl tilted her head up.
This scene was as beautiful as a painted scroll.
And…
The man who stepped out of the light from behind, standing tall and elegant, with unparalleled grace, arriving a moment late, stopped at this moment.
His dark, ink-like eyes were fixed on the two people bathed in a pleasant atmosphere.
His pupils, like cold stars in the midnight sky, churned with the chill of shattered snow and congealed ice.
"Clan Head Chi…"
Someone in the crowd, seeing the man in the white shirt and black trousers, noble as a god, couldn't help but exclaim in a hushed voice.
The A-class martial artist almost instantly rushed to the man's side.
"Clan Head Chi, why… why are you here?"
The A-class martial artist's voice trembled with excitement.
At this moment, he completely lost the arrogance and disdain he had displayed as an A-class martial artist.
He smiled obsequiously and fawningly at Chi Xian.
The Chi family, the most mysterious and powerful hidden super-family in Xia Country.
It was the place most martial artists revered and yearned for.
And its Patriarch, Chi Xian, was an existence that had always been mysterious and elusive, rarely seen.
Now, he actually appeared at the Song family's backyard!
One had to know that those who could meet the Patriarch of the Chi family were mostly from top-tier direct descendants, or geniuses with astonishing talent, or hidden great beings who had already entered the path of cultivation…
For people like them, even their entire lives might not be enough to catch a glimpse of the Chi family.
Even the much-lauded A-class martial artists.
They couldn't even catch the Chi family's attention.
"Could it be… Clan Head Chi, that you were also invited by Young Master Song to watch the show?" the A-class martial artist cautiously speculated, his eyes full of fawning, closely observing Chi Xian's expression.
Facing the A-class martial artist's obsequiousness, Chi Xian didn't even lift an eyelid.
His ink-black, jade-like pupils, calm and unwavering, were fixed on Ming Zheng.
The aura surging around him was bone-chilling, as if one were in a thousand-year ice cellar.
The A-class martial artist's smile faltered a little, but he had also heard that the Patriarch of the Chi family was usually cold and disinclined to speak.
He followed the Patriarch's gaze—