Li Jinchuan followed a few fellow disciples and arrived early at the "World's First Pavilion," standing at the back of the crowd, listening to his master's junior uncle and several other sect elders discussing who had the best chance of making it onto this year's "Cyan Cloud Ranking."
"Actually, those seven are about equal in strength, but their cultivation techniques and martial skills counter each other, so it's no surprise who laughs last."
"Chen Ming and Huang Zhuocheng are also quite strong, but they haven't faced the first seven, so it's hard to say who would win."
"Old Hu, you're just talking nonsense with your eyes open. You saw yesterday's battle, and Chen Ming from Qingfeng Commandery's swordsmanship is second to none among those present. Those seven are definitely not his match."
"Brother Zhang, you can't speak so absolutely..."
"How about we make a bet, on your Cold Ice Sword, how's that?"
"Hm, you old thief, you have designs on my Cold Ice Sword, dream on."
