Lingfeng Mountain Sect Alliance
Lingfeng Mountain.
A mountain quite well-known in the Upper Realm, because many sects liked to gather here to chat and discuss the Dao.
At this moment, martial artists from the major surrounding sects were traveling together along the ancient steps leading up the mountain.
Jun Changxiao had mixed in among them as well, but dressed in a black robe and walking with his head lowered, he had very little presence.
"Senior Brother, why is he alone?"
"Maybe he's an independent cultivator who came all this way to watch the excitement."
The martial artists walking the mountain path were all in groups, while Jun Changxiao was alone. No matter how low-key he tried to be, he was like a firefly in the pitch-black night—so distinct, so outstanding.
Quite a few sects had come to this Lingfeng Mountain alliance, but their overall strength was not impressive, and the martial artists' cultivations varied wildly.
I thought this was going to be some high-class symposium. Jun Changxiao shook his head and decided that once he completed the Side Quest, he would immediately return to the sect.
The system said speechlessly, "Would the host be able to withstand the pressure from the big shots if he attended a symposium held by those top-tier sects?"
His own sect was at the bottom of the Upper Realm, yet he still had the nerve to look down on others!
Following the steps to the mountaintop, he saw a large open area that had been artificially leveled. Martial artists from the various sects had gathered there, immediately reminding Jun Changxiao of the Mount Hua Martial Arts Tournament he had attended years ago, as well as Palace Mistress Xi.
"Stop!"
Just as he was about to walk over, a martial artist stopped him and said sternly,