At the summit of Phoenix Crying Mountain, there was a platform resembling a square, immensely spacious, where disciples of the Sunset Sword Sect had already set up seats. Invited factions with their invitations in hand took their seats in an orderly fashion.
This year's martial arts tournament was presided over by none other than the current number one on the Stars Ranking, Qin Mu.
Qin Mu was only in his twenties, but there was nothing childish about him. His demeanor was exceptionally composed. He was a handsome man with a sharp nose, clear eyes, and an imposing stature. Standing tall with a cascade of black hair flowing down his back, his presence was overpowering, impossible to ignore.
"Young Master Qin."
"Greetings to Young Master Qin!"
Despite his youth, none of the participating forces or martial artists dared show the slightest bit of disrespect, all paying their respects with a courteous bow.