The interstellar finals were about to begin. More and more martial artists poured into the main city of the Shangyuan Realm—there were veteran powerhouses famous for years, as well as young rising stars full of vigor. Experts could be found everywhere.
With nothing better to do, Jun Changxiao took Flower Rose around the bustling districts, experiencing the local customs and sights.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the others were temporarily staying at an inn, spending most of their time recuperating. After such a grueling journey, they had to bring themselves to peak condition before the competition began.
"Alas."
He Wudi lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a somewhat conflicted expression.
He wanted to keep a low profile.
But the Sect Master insisted that he stand out.
If he had not acknowledged the Eternal Sect, He Wudi would never have entered such a large-scale competition that put him on public display.
"Forget it, forget it."
After considering it for a moment, he sat up, rubbed his face with both hands, and said solemnly, "The Sect Master has treated me well. I can only give it everything I have."
He Wudi had already decided to take the finals seriously.
However, he was still considering whether to continue using the same approach as he had in the preliminaries.
"No."
"Three years ago, I stumbled and staggered my way through the tournament, yet became the center of attention. In these finals, I must control the heat properly."
During the preliminaries, He Wudi had deliberately suppressed his Cultivation. Every victory had appeared difficult and lucky, but that only piqued the audience's curiosity.
His acting was beyond reproach.
Even Gu Tianxing had failed to see through it.
But He Wudi's original intention had been to regard himself as the most ordinary person among