A wind was blowing.
Meng Yu stood there quietly, looking far more inconsequential than the towering city walls, like an insignificant ant.
With a flip of his hand, the Red Leaf Wooden Sword appeared again in his grasp.
"Many in Jianghu call me the Fiery Young Master, believing me to be an expert in using fire," he said.
Countless eyes watched Meng Yu as many giants of the Martial World, who had lived in seclusion for long, now gathered before Iron Chain Pass.
