Tang Yan was a highly esteemed figure even among the core disciples. He had ranked seventh in the previous Core Disciple Tournament. The swordsmanship that he practiced, the Immaculate Swordsmanship, was well known and feared throughout the world.
He had once pursued an infamous Heavenly True Immortal bandit into his den and destroyed all the sects and powers associated with him. Due to that incident, his name rung out loudly in the world.
He was fifty-one, but in terms of his outer appearance, he looked no different from someone in his early twenties. His zhenqi was condensed and wholesome, and it felt like he could whip up a devastating storm of sword qi with a wave of his hand.
Be it standing, fame, or strength, he lacked none of them.
At that moment, he was standing in the courtyard of his residence, drawing out beautiful strokes with his sword. It was an aesthetically pleasing sight, almost as if one was looking at a skilled painter.
Hu!
