When Zhao Jiuge arrived at the square, he was filled with energy. It was as if something about him had changed, but no one knew what exactly. All the older disciples carefully observed the youth coming toward the square.

His eyes were clear, his long, black hair was tied with a black cloth, and there was no trace of emotion on his handsome face. His expression was as calm as the weather, and his blue sword robe made his figure look a little thin. His back was facing the sun, and the early morning breeze lifted the corner of his robe. Just his appearance alone caused some of the female disciples' eyes to light up.

Seeing the sky covered in people riding mounts or standing on flying swords shocked Zhao Jiuge. He was wondering what had happened for all these people to gather. There were even people with aura no weaker than that of the cold and noble woman that appeared at the cold pool that day, Bo Re.

After seeing that everyone was watching him, even Zhao Jiuge felt his face become a bit hot, even though he was no longer the introverted...