On the dueling platform,
two Golden Pill Monks were locked in a life-and-death struggle, their swordsmanship exquisite, barely surviving one dangerous situation after another. Many cultivators watched, intoxicated by the show, but no one noticed the subtle changes in the middle-aged cultivator's eyes.
"Him!"
"How could he be here?!"
Heart thundering with shock, the suave middle-aged swordsman, Immortal Fufeng, thought, "It shouldn't be like this!"
"He was supposed to come here only after more than a decade, he shouldn't be here now!"
"Impossible!"
"What has happened? I've done nothing significant, everything was unfolding as planned without changes, so why did he appear early?!"
Without realizing it, Immortal Fufeng's sword path became disordered.
"Kill!"
