Li Yuanqing turned his head, trying to find any trace of the mysterious, black-robed young man.
It was at that moment he realized the young man had somehow dismissed the crowd and, under the astonished gazes of thousands of Martial Artists, appeared on the arena stage across from him.
Li Yuanqing was utterly confused by this.
The Martial Dao Grand Competition was over. He had no idea what the man intended to do by appearing on the stage now.
Of course, he didn't even need to do anything. Officials responsible for maintaining order were already rushing over, preparing to drive the black-robed young man off the stage.
Li Yuanqing waved his hand, signaling the officials to stand down.
After looking the black-robed young man before him up and down, he asked, "Who are you? What is your business here?"
Black hair, black eyes.
The man carried himself with the air of a lone wolf.
'This must be the black-haired young man my older brother is looking for.'
