In the center of the expansive grassland depression, the meandering river depicted the shape of Tai Chi on the earth, with Jiang Yuebai and Pei Shengyue each standing on the two points of Tai Chi.
This time, the venue was much larger than the previous stage. Within a radius of ten miles around them, there was no one present. All onlookers were blocked by an invisible protective barrier and stood on the small hills surrounding the depression.
They were distinctly divided, half cheering for Jiang Yuebai, and half rallying for Pei Shengyue.
The breeze brushed by, waves of grass swelled.
Jiang Yuebai held the Taihe Umbrella, dressed in a green robe and white garment, eyes smiling.
Pei Shengyue brandished the Horse-Cutting Saber, clad in yellow attire and silver armor, eyes cold and fierce.
At such a time, the two seemed unlike one another; one was ethereal as an immortal, the other brimming with a rogue aura.
