Strange Grouping
Jun Changxiao had arrived with his disciples.
Sure enough, his entrance was as shocking as ever, as eye-catching as ever, and as ever... utterly ridiculous.
"Flashy nonsense!"
"Such shameless boasting!"
"Arrogant and overbearing!"
Everyone cast disdainful looks their way.
This time, no one could blame the crowd for mocking him. Jun Changxiao was simply too punchable. A high-profile entrance was one thing, but he had to strike a pose and announce that the Eternal Sect would be reserving the entire venue.
"..."
Gu Tianxing shook his head and said, "There's nothing wrong with young people being a little wild, but going too far is no good."
He still thought highly of Ye Xingchen, but there were only fifty advancement slots in total. It was impossible for the Eternal Sect to claim them all. If they encountered someone like Chu Wange, some disciples would certainly be eliminated.
"Enter."
At that moment, Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers.
Led by Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang, the competing disciples strode in. Along the way, the Night Emperor quietly stored the Modified Speaker from his shoulder into his Spatial Ring.
They were heading to the competitors' area.
Gousheng, meanwhile, went to the spectator area.
Since Gu Tianxing had once brought him here to register, his seat was right beside Gu Tianxing's.
"Uncle."
Jun Changxiao sat down, clasped his hands behind his head, rested his head against them, propped his legs on the seats in front, and smiled. "Your junior didn't arrive late, did he?"
"Just in time," Gu Tianxing said.
Jun Changxiao released his Spiritual Sense, spreading it through the corners of the venue as he surveyed the various young martial artists. "These are the geniuses of the Dutian Realm?"
"Yes."
"They seem rather ordinary."
"..."
Gu Tianxing pointed at Chu Wange, who