May 21st, 8pm. Jiuwen Stadium.
The spectator stands were densely filled and the cheers were deafening. As Lou Cheng stood in the middle of it all, he recalled the scene at the Inter-University Martial Arts Nationals finals. Thought, it wasn't that long ago, it felt like a lifetime had passed.
In front of him, Dong Baxian left the exit and walked towards him. He was wearing a white martial arts suit with red trim. He was tall at over 1.9 meters, but he didn't look clumsy, but slender.
Dong Baxian had his hair combed back and tied up like those of ancient China. His facial features weren't outstanding but were distinct. He looked majestic and manly, and he gave off the feeling that he was looking down on the world.
His complexion too great. While walking, one could see him trying to hide his face. As a result, he didn't release a domineering aura in the contest of minds.
