Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Early that morning, a transmission talisman streaked down like a meteor over Changqing Peak, exploding before Chen Changqing's cave abode and turning into Chen Yuan's steady voice.
"Changqing, Lu Tian, Chen Yuan, come to the Sect Master's Hall at once."
Chen Changqing pushed open the door, morning light spilling across him.
He looked up at the horizon and took a deep breath.
Is it finally beginning?
By the time he reached the white jade plaza before the Sect Master's Hall, Lu Tian and Chen Yuan were already waiting there.
Lu Tian wore a nervous expression, pacing back and forth.
Chen Yuan, meanwhile, held his sword and leaned against a white jade pillar with his eyes closed. Man and sword seemed to have become one.
The moment he saw Chen Changqing arrive, Lu Tian hurried over.
"Senior Brother, you're finally here! I'm nervous to death! Do you think we'll run into some ancient monster who's lived for tens of thousands of years in this Grand Tournament?"
Chen Changqing patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry. If we do, I'll go first."
Lu Tian froze, and his heart immediately settled.
Chen Changqing turned to Chen Yuan, who happened to open his eyes as well.
"Ready?"
Chen Yuan nodded and spat out two words.
"Kill people."
Chen Changqing smiled.
Good. They were both in fine shape.
One was in charge of being nervous, one was in charge of killing people, and he was in charge of covering for them.
Perfect.
Lu Tian still looked impatient, battle intent blazing all over him. If the occasion had not been inappropriate, he probably would have started warming up on the spot.
Chen Yuan stood quietly to the side, carrying the Starfall Sword on his back. He resembled a peerless