In Jining City, Feng Xue sat on a high platform with a table in front of her. On the table rested a bronze bell. Arrayed before the stage were rows of desks and chairs occupied by renowned figures from the martial arts world and officials from the government. Further out was a circle of temporarily erected fences, beyond which stood the commonfolk and those of lower standing within the martial arts community.
Seeing that the audience had gathered sufficiently, Feng Xue flicked her finger lightly.
Though the bell was small, its sound was both exceedingly distant and carried a chilling coldness that induced a hint of trepidation.
Almost the instant the bell's tone rang out, the crowd's clamor came to an abrupt halt.
This mere action had instantly energized those who had been somewhat dismissive of Feng Xue due to her youth. They listened attentively as the young person began:
