North of Cyan Yang City, Luofeng Valley.
The valley floor was flat, and by now, numerous figures had gathered on the surrounding slopes.
On the higher mountain ridges to the north and south, people from other gangs and Noble Families stood scattered about.
They were all spectators for today's duels.
They were also the witnesses to this battle.
The fate of Xingning Street's controlling rights for the next five years was tied to their interests as well.
In the center of the valley, a clearing had been made to serve as the dueling arena.
Chu Fan and Liang Yuhen stood facing each other.
The atmosphere was grim and tense.
'Is that him?'
On the north side of Luofeng Valley, Fang Qingqing, who was in the crowd, suddenly froze.
Two years ago, Chu Fan had often gone to the Fang's Porridge Shop outside the city to ask for porridge, leaving a deep impression on her.
