Glittering golden light bathed the Fangyang youth, turning him into a blinding, blazing sun. He manifested a golden lance and leveled it at Qing Han.

“Survive three of my moves and I’ll tell you my name.” His lips quirked in a derisive smile.

Qing Han nodded noncommittally, standing where she was with no attempt to show off her strength.

“This is just as well. We’ll let the Fangyang cultivator test Qing Han first, and find out if she's one of the two shitstirrers of Destiny City!” 

Outside of Dusk Province, a few heavyweights conversed among themselves through transmission as they watched the fight play out. They were looking for a man and a woman, some suspected one of the two to be either Qing Han or Lu Yun, but they didn’t have any proof as of yet.

“Perhaps Qing Han is Qing Yu!”...