Jiang Fan was startled.
Nine bell chimes—wasn't that the signal for a major event in the sect or an emergency assembly?
Could something have happened to Heavenly Divination Palace while he had been away?
His heart sank slightly, and he was about to hurry toward the main hall up the mountain with Jiang Ming.
But just as he moved, streaks of light cut across the sky, racing toward a direction beyond the sect gate.
Those streaks were traces of disciples flying on artifacts, numbering in the hundreds.
Some of their auras were extraordinarily powerful, pressing close to the Dao Realm.
"Is this... the elders leading a large-scale deployment?"
Jiang Fan frowned slightly and quickly entered the sect with Jiang Ming, intending to find out what was happening.
Not long after entering, he saw a young disciple ahead gazing at the flying lights in the sky, his face carrying a trace of envy.
Jiang Fan stepped forward and cupped his hands.
"Junior Brother, may I ask what has happened to the sect?"
"Why have so many disciples gone out at once? And why were the bells rung nine times?"
Hearing this, the disciple turned around. Seeing that Jiang Fan was unfamiliar and had addressed him as Junior Brother the moment he opened his mouth, he felt somewhat displeased.
He was just about to roll his eyes when he suddenly saw the Heavenly Divination Palace Core Disciple token Jiang Fan produced. His expression immediately turned solemn, and he hurriedly returned the salute respectfully.
"So it's Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother, you don't know?"
"The Sect Promotion Grand Competition has begun!"
"The sect elders have taken many of our Heavenly Divination Palace senior brothers and senior sisters to participate!"
Jiang Fan's heart stirred.
"The grand competition?"
"Wasn't it still a month away?"
He had