In the early morning, a horse carriage entered the town of Ping County.
Outside the carriage, an old man with a goatee said, "Young Master, we have arrived at Ping County."
Inside the carriage sat a handsome youth, unparalleled in beauty, dressed in a pristine white robe. He exuded a razor-sharp aura, akin to an unsheathed sword.
"Are there any skilled fighters in this county?"
The voice, cold and clear, clearly belonged to a woman dressed as a man.
The goateed old man replied, "The Fang Family, the respected clan of the county, has a few Third Rank fighters. But, most of them have grown complacent through years of privilege, and haven't sparred with anyone for many years. Only two have considerable skills, but they are currently secluded in their cultivation, I doubt we'll get to meet them."
