Fang Han stepped onto the Battle Platform, the hem of his white robe fluttering with each step.
Opposite him, Zhen Feixuan stepped onto the platform.
Her white martial attire accentuated her tall, straight posture. Her jet-black hair was gathered behind her head with a plain silver clasp, and her clear, beautiful face was free of makeup.
The two of them took their positions on the platform, facing each other from a dozen yards apart.
Zhen Feixuan gazed at Fang Han, her limpid eyes filled with a complex emotion.
After a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice crisp and clear, yet tinged with a hint of lament.
"When I first met you at Linglong Pavilion, I had a feeling that you were no ordinary person. I thought you might become a formidable rival for me in this tournament."
She paused for a moment before continuing.
"I never expected that feeling to come true."
"It's my honor to be considered your rival," Fang Han said.
