Este Irmão Júnior é Justo Demais

Sword Mountain, Sword Worship Peak.

The usually empty main peak was, on this day, awash with people—so much so that even the layers of clouds and mist had been scattered by the surge of human presence.

This was not only the long-awaited grand sect tournament of the righteous path’s great clans.

It was also that, during this very tournament, the next master of Sword Mountain would be chosen.

Such a momentous event naturally drew guests from all directions.

At this moment, within an elegant Sword Pavilion, the Sword Mountain’s master, Shen Wuyai, was exchanging words with the other leaders of the righteous sects.

After a round of pleasant conversation, talk inevitably turned to the matter of selecting the next sect master.

Someone, toying with his cup, laughed lightly: “Master Shen, your disciples are truly outstanding among their peers. I suspect the champion of this tournament will likely be one of these young friends?”

At these words, everyone’s gaze fell, as if by agreement, upon four individuals nearby.

Two men and two women—the four direct disciples.

Xiao Lin was among them.

However, he was not the first to receive attention.

Following the others’ gazes, Xiao Lin looked toward a young man clad in white.

He stood tall and straight as jade, with sword-shaped eyebrows and star-bright eyes; ethereal, otherworldly, his bearing was both refined and unearthly.

Most crucially, even before these mighty elders, he remained composed, exuding a distinguished presence.

“This must be Master S