The pitter-pattering autumn rain turned the world into a misty blackish-blue color.
Waves hit the edge of the 10,000-square-foot stone platform again and again. Hundreds of ships rose and fell with the waves, and the entire lake fell into a deathly silence.
Under the gaze of ten thousand people, a white-haired old man wearing an armored skirt with a naked and muscular upper body walked to the towering wordless stele step by step like a mountain. His expression was neither happy nor angry, but the ferocious qilin at his waist looked like a giant beast that had devoured his stomach as it stared at the thousands of ants below the stage.
The people who came to Jun Mountain Terrace to watch the excitement were not only the Jianghu people at the bottom. Due to Qiu Tianhe's reputation, almost all the Jianghu heroes in Ze Province and the surrounding areas had come.