A full moon hung high in the Nine Heavens, its light sharp and cold, the night dew like pearls.
The moonlight was pristine, casting a silvery glow.
Luoyang City. Star Moon Lake.
A sea of people.
The arrival of the Ten Heroes was like a spark landing in a powder keg, completely igniting the atmosphere.
These ten were the stars of the previous generation.
Some had sharp auras that overflowed with killing intent; some were as tall and broad as iron pagodas; some wore cold, emotionless expressions; some were tall and straight with sharp brows and bright eyes; and still others were wild and untamable, looking down on everyone.
"What a sight. I hope one day I can sit up there, become one of the Ten Heroes, and have everyone's eyes on me."
The eyes of countless youths in the crowd filled with intense longing. What young person doesn't dream of being famous and admired?
In the heart of every young person beat a desire for fame.
