When Pei Ye galloped to the foot of the city, a massive cloud of yellow dust was slowly moving toward the city walls, like a monstrous beast baring its fangs and claws.
Upon the stage set by the yellow dust, two figures engaged in vicious close-quarters combat, each blow drawing blood.
It was hard to imagine this as a battle taking place within the Sky Tower Realm – it was so unadorned, yet if one looked closely, it was undoubtedly not a fight that someone from the Xuanmen Realm would dare to involve themselves in.
As Pei Ye watched the intermittent flashes of sword light, he suddenly understood the old man's phrase, "Come watch the sword."
Earlier today, while resting in the county yamen, Pei Ye had tried his best to describe to the old man the thrill, shock, and mesmerization that a single sword strike from Ming Qi Tian the night before had given him.
