Ke Yanyue was known throughout Jianghu for his arrogant demeanor, but he would be quite generous if one was stronger than him or caught his eye like Su Xin did.
Of course, in Ke Yanyue's eyes, Murong Ting didn't fall into this category. He saw most martial artists from the Northwestern Tribes as nothing but frogs at the bottom of the well, utterly worthless—except for those from Big Snow Mountain.
As the Martial Arts Holy Land of the Northwestern Tribes, Big Snow Mountain did have some fame in the Central Plains Martial Arts World, and those martial artists trained by Big Snow Mountain since childhood were somewhat competent.
"Ke Yanyue! You are going too far!"
Murong Ting snorted coldly as a longsword with specks of starlight appeared in his hand. With a gentle tap of his sword, an odd fluctuation emerged, "Starfall, Moon Crescent, Sword pointing to the Sky!"
