"Eh, it's hard to explain. Just go see for yourself. Earlier, Senior Brother Zhao, who's at the Golden Core realm, got indignant and tried to teach that fellow a lesson. A single sword stroke knocked him flat."

"I heard that too. That guy looks like he's only at Qi Refinement. You think that's possible? He must be an infiltrator who snuck into the sect. I'm telling you, he's not here for anything good."

"Hurry up, or we'll miss the match."

Amid the clamor, Li Fan followed the crowd to a sparring ground.

At the same time, his host body's memories crystallized in his mind.

Ji Zhaoxuan. Golden Core cultivation. An inner disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

A man of few words, uninterested in socializing,...