At Lingxi Square, before the spectators' seats.
Hearing this, Yang Jing and Si Jiawen bowed together, their voices steady and strong. "Yes, Master."
They straightened, and their gazes abruptly collided.
There were no unnecessary words, not a trace of polite ceremony. A fierce, pure fighting spirit burned clearly in both their eyes.
Thus began the contest for the position of Lingxi Peak's foremost disciple.
Then they stepped forward, one after the other, toward the spacious sparring area temporarily enclosed by white jade railings in the center of the square.
As they moved, thousands of gazes across the square instantly converged on them. Excitement, anticipation, tension... all those emotions intertwined into an invisible weight that hung over the entire gathering.
The scale and grandeur of today's contest were almost comparable to the previous Mountain-Visiting Challenge at Fu Mountain Square.
In terms of the attention paid by the higher-ups, it surpassed even that.
The watching disciples were all astonished, unable to hide the shock in their hearts.
This was absolutely unprecedented in the Profound Truth Sect's nearly hundred-year history!
In the past, challenges for each lineage's Senior Brother or Senior Sister position had drawn plenty of disciples from other peaks and could certainly be called lively, but their scale and ceremony had never approached today's grandeur.
Not only were this peak's Peak Master and elders all present, but almost all six other Peak Masters had come in person. Even the Sect Master who governed the Profound Truth Sect and Chief Elder Ouyang Jingxuan were personally presiding over the proceedings.
Such an assembly had long since exceeded the scope of an ordinary spar between disciples. It had all the trappings of a top-level sect gathering.
Some Lingxi Peak elders seated toward the rear looked at the densely packed sea of heads in the