"You don't seem nervous at all?"
Yu Wen Cang stood steadfastly, like a mountain that simply can't be climbed over. The space where the Glazed Fairy Platform was located felt crowded because of his presence.
Some people can suppress everything around them, even without actively displaying their aura.
Yu Wen Cang was such a person. His aura had long been integrated into his every movement, immersed in his countless, undoubtable victories.
Without even making a move, he already knew he would win!
Dressed in green, hair fringe stroking his cheeks, Shi Xiaole embodied a floating elegance. Yet within that elegance, there was a sharpness, a unique sharpness that only swordsman possessed, distinctly different from Yu Wen Cang's haughty demeanor.
"Why should I be nervous?"
Shi Xiaole responded indifferently.
Yu Wen Cang nodded and chuckled, "I'm glad you aren't. Because defeating you would make me feel as disgusted as eating a fly, otherwise."
