An Jing had ventured into the Jianghu since his debut, and although it might be an exaggeration to say he'd experienced hundreds of battles, he had indeed been through dozens of them, big and small. These experiences had rendered his heart remarkably tranquil.
You Gai looked into those calm eyes, his True Qi also began to circulate slowly.
The howling wind was like a razor-sharp blade.
You Gai asked with a smile, "Is that swordsman from the south you?"
An Jing replied, "Does it matter to you whether it's me or not?"
You Gai said, "It matters a lot to the entire Great Yan Martial World. The Jianghu needs a reason."
An Jing indifferently said, "You don't represent the Jianghu, and I don't need to give you a reason."
You Gai looked toward the bustling figures in the distance, "Who can represent the Jianghu? Who can represent the whole truth?"
