On the high platform ahead, powerhouses from various factions took turns going up to lecture. Countless listeners below sat primly, notebooks in hand, recording everything. This was all rare and invaluable knowledge, immensely useful.
In some secluded corner, there was a leisurely atmosphere unlike anywhere else.
Luo Chuan, Yao Ziyan, and Qing Yuan were playing cards. The two girls had successfully had their competitive spirits ignited, while Yao Ziyue happily counted Spirit Crystals beside them. There was a huge pile of glittering crystals, quite a visually stunning sight.
Bai Yu wailed loudly because Gu Yunxi had snatched away the cold drink she had just bought. Xuan Que watched the excitement and clapped in delight, while Jiang Wanshang tried to mediate...
In any case, it was very lively.
"This is boring. Why aren't they fighting?" Qing Yuan took a moment to glance into the distance. "What's the point of just talking? Actual combat is what's worth watching."
"There should be some," Yao Ziyan said with a smile. "There's a protective formation there. It can probably withstand attacks from mid-stage Return to Origin cultivators. It should be reaching the sparring portion soon."
Luo Chuan was looking forward to it as well.
Novels often had plots involving sect tournaments. When the protagonist's sect fell into a disadvantage and was about to lose, the protagonist would be entrusted with a critical task in the face of danger, turning the tide and saving the day.
Luo Chuan had not caught what those people were actually talking about, but soon saw two girls walk onto the high platform.
The Girl in White looked somewhat familiar, as though he had seen her before. The girl in black, however, was completely unfamiliar. There were so many customers in the shop that Luo Chuan could not possibly know them