"Brother Jian? Sounds too close to dastardly.... Who in the world has that kind of name?" Tianming suddenly sensed the approaching danger, but was quickly pushed aside by Lin Xiaogui. Right after they separated, a golden sword flash swept past where they had stood, a hair's breadth away from harming them.

"Come on, that shameless? Really?" Tianming and Xiaogui turned back at the same time and saw a youth appear beside Lin Jianjia. Like Lin Jie, he had a sword-like nose and sharp gaze. He wore the black-and-white robe of the Hall of Discipline. Tianming looked at his disciple card. He was Lin Yijian, a disciple under the age of a hundred...