As Tong Xuan left the stage, the square finally returned to a brief moment of calm.
Freed from Tong Xuan's restraint, Mang Tianchi naturally could not possibly remain trapped by a mere whisk. He quickly broke free with ease and laughed as he returned to his own camp.
At the same time, Xiao Yan did not remain on the field for long. After briefly speaking with Xun'er, he hurried back to the Xiao Clan's supreme seat.
As he passed the Soul Clan camp, Xiao Yan had tried to speak with Hun Ruoruo, only for her to have Hun Miesheng drive him away on the grounds that no noise was permitted during the Coming-of-Age Ceremony.
Left with no choice, Xiao Yan could only return to the Xiao Clan camp alone, where the arriving Mo Yu respectfully welcomed him to the seat of honor.
With that, the situation on the field quietly underwent a change.
Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo each occupied one side, sitting proudly upon their supreme seats.
Meanwhile, Xun'er of the Ancient Clan camp likewise replaced Gu Qingyang and naturally took the supreme seat belonging to the Ancient Clan.
For a time, the beginnings of a three-way standoff between the clans seemed to take shape without anyone noticing.
"They look so alike."
Within the Yan Clan camp, the frivolous man could not help muttering under his breath, his eyes blazing with fervent light.
"What?"
Huo Zhi frowned and could not help asking.
Seeing this, the frivolous man grinned and lowered his voice. "Do you remember the records in our clan regarding the strongest figures of every generation?"
"Records of the strongest figures throughout history?"
Huo Zhi's delicate brows rose slightly. After a moment, she seemed to realize something, and a trace of astonishment gradually appeared in her beautiful eyes.