Spectator

The young man looked entirely unperturbed, as if the insult flung had hit cotton. He maintained his slight smile and didn't deign to give those coarse words a hint of a reaction. The surrounding crowd was somewhat impressed, but the majority who knew of the young man's origins had pity flit through their eyes. 

The beautiful young maiden beside him with an alluring scent and air remained similarly undisturbed, but those who were perceptive could see that deep within her sky blue eyes was an icy-chill as wintry and dangerous as a raging blizzard. 

The youth who spoke felt a shiver down his spine. He snorted, ignoring the young man and woman.

Bam!

On the platforms, a figure was sent violently off the stage and into the crowd. The Soaring Sword Disciple beneath the Man banner had a calm grin on his face, the disdain within his eyes was apparent.