As Lao Tzu once said:
"He who does not display himself is enlightened;he who does not justify himself is distinguished;he who does not boast achieves merit;he who does not pride himself endures.Because he does not contend, none can contend with him."
All things follow the decree of Heaven.Success and failure are long ordained.
At that moment, Sun Tian, the Judge's Blade, stepped forward and declared in a clear voice:
"Though the Hall of Loyalty's master has withdrawn from the jianghu,he has already passed his title to a peerless young hero—unmatched in this age."
The words struck like thunder.
The entire assembly erupted.
Who was this youth?Where had he come from?Why had no one heard of him?
Whispers spread like wildfire.
Most dismissed it as deception—perhaps a ruse between the Judges' Guild and the Black Dragon Sect.
If such a hero truly existed—
Why had he not appeared?
For years, whenever great turmoil arose in the jianghu, Wu Tong would emerge—to mediate, to uphold justice, to steady the storm.
His prestige alone was enough to command obedience.
Without such standing—
Who could possibly quell the chaos?
Huangfu Song sneered coldly.
"The Judges' Guild has roamed the jianghu for years—yet now you spread such nonsense? This is clearly a fabrication."
Long Zhentian nodded.
"Perhaps you've fallen on hard times—short of silver and grain. But such lies? We will not believe them."
Cui Fujun stepped forward.
"You misunderstand. We do take payment for our work—but never without cause. This matter—we were merely tasked to locate Wu Tong. What we say now is nothing but the truth."
Murong Gui's lips curved into a faint smile.
"How curious," he said lightly."You believed the first message—that Wu Tong has withdrawn. Yet the second—that a new hero has arisen—you refuse to accept. Why so selective?"
Long Zhentian scoffed.
"You stand on the brink of disaster, Murong Gui. Wu Tong will not come. And you expect us to believe such tales?"
Huangfu Song added mockingly:
"Even if such a youth exists—he cannot save you today."
Murong Gui remained calm.
"I believe it."
Then he turned to Cui Fujun.
"What is this youth's name? Is he here?"
Cui Fujun's expression grew grave.
"His name is Li Jian. He travels not alone, but with a young woman. His exact whereabouts are unknown—but he is said to be moving through the Central Plains… perhaps already here."
Huangfu Song laughed sharply.
"If he exists—then let him appear!"
Long Zhentian added coldly:
"In the jianghu, we rely on strength—not words. Enough of this. Step aside."
Cui Fujun's anger flared.
"If you doubt us, then I shall find him here myself!"
The crowd surged with tension.
Thousands stood gathered—faces upon faces, a sea of warriors.
Could he truly be among them?
Cui Fujun raised his voice:
"Li Jian—new Hall Master of Loyalty—present yourself!"
Silence.
No answer.
"Enough of this farce!" Long Zhentian snapped.
Huangfu Song laughed loudly.
"I told you—lies!"
Cui Fujun felt a flicker of unease.
But he steadied himself.
Taking a breath, he bowed once more and called out again:
"Li Jian, Hall Master of Loyalty—please appear!"
Still—nothing.
Huangfu Song threw his head back and laughed.
"Your act is finished!"
Long Zhentian shook his head.
"Childish tricks."
Yet—
Murong Gui smiled.
He stepped forward slowly, his voice calm and resonant:
"What do you know of Heaven's will?"
Then—
His voice rang out once more:
"Li Jian, Hall Master of Loyalty—appear!"
Suddenly—
A sharp tearing sound split the sky.
Whoosh—!
Robes fluttered in the wind.
Two figures descended from above like streaks of lightning.
They landed at the center of the plaza—
With overwhelming force.
Dust surged.
The ground trembled.
The crowd gasped in unison.
All eyes turned—
In shock.
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