SWISH.
Pei Jing swung his Han Sword and nodded slightly to show respect to his opponent. These simple movements nonetheless caused some of the young girls in the audience to unconsciously fix their gazes on him. It had to be said that Pei Jing was indeed suited for such occasions. With a face as fair as jade, sword-like brows, and star-bright eyes, he possessed an ethereal aura. Even with sweat trickling down his forehead and his hair in slight disarray, he did not appear disheveled but rather exuded an added touch of valor.
"How handsome..."
"Is he the fourth son of the Pei family from Chang'an?"
"Yes, that's him. His father is the Minister, and his mother is the legitimate daughter of the Taiyuan Wang Family. In terms of moral character, personality, or talent, he is outstanding—truly one of the best among his peers."
The young girls below the stage whispered among themselves, "How could there be such a good-looking person in this world?"
