The night of the full moon, the Forbidden Peak, One Sword Westward, Heavenly Immortal.
Yang Fan kept repeating these four words, increasingly feeling that Tian Burang was right, this was a promise and commitment to a duel.
"Old Tian, is there any legend or story of such a promise in Yanjing?"
Tian Burang was very cautious, touching his chin, and after a moment, he said, "The most famous would be the duel that shook Yanjing twenty-five years ago."
Yang Fan's face lit up with excitement as he eagerly looked at Tian Burang, "Old Tian, could you elaborate on the situation at that time?"
"I'm not a firsthand witness; it's just a rough situation I've inferred based on the various rumors and hearsay throughout Yanjing at the time. The detailed specifics would require finding witnesses from back then."
"It's no problem, Old Tian, just tell me what you know."
