C109 Yang Fann will Fight!

Atop Sunset Peak, standing proudly on the first ring, was a man.

He was a young man clad in white robes, twenty years old, with an ancient sword sheathed across his back. His demeanor radiated pride and a touch of loneliness in his eyes, as though he were a solitary swordsman perched at the pinnacle of existence, unable to find a worthy opponent