Three days later, on a fine morning, numerous disciples of Crimson Snow Sect's outer court left their huts with a common purpose.
Two generations of the outer court disciples, older seniors serving under various pavilion offices, and hundreds of mortal servants, none were willing to miss out on the drama that was to follow.
Red, white, and gray uniforms flooded the mountain roads, all heading towards the central plains of the sect. From the mountain peaks, the crowds resembled long, colorful snakes encircling the mountains, moving through the slow vortex of black fog.
Their hearts roared with excitement, and their voices spoke in every kind of tone. Some were uneasy, some whispered their speculations, some were hatching clever ideas...
"A public duel between two senior disciples! I reckon both of them are at the peak of the Physique Transformation realm!"
"I hope they use their Mystic Arts. Brother Han Xuhan's daily martial duels have made my eyes sore."
