"Yes!"
"No matter who it was, they wouldn't be able to withstand such a blow!"
She looked at Jiang Fan, a deep sympathy rising within her heart.
"Fate toys with people—nothing could be more so than this!"
However, Lin Yan did not dare ask further and merely buried that sympathy deep in her heart.
Three days later.
The morning sunlight filtered through the bamboo grove and spilled into Bamboo Listening Pavilion.
Jiang Fan was sitting before the Stone Table when the jade talisman in his hand suddenly lit up.
With a sweep of his divine sense, Lin Yuan's message clearly entered his mind.
"Junior Brother Jiang!"
"The drawing results for the first stop of the Sect Promotion Grand Competition are out!"
"The first round of matches will be held tomorrow at the Yin-Yang Martial Arena of the Black-and-White Academy!"
"I hope Junior Brother will arrive on time!"
Black-and-White Academy...
Jiang Fan's expression froze slightly, then memories surged forth like a tidal wave.
When he had first entered the Supreme Sacred Realm, his outstanding performance on the Jietian Battlefield had drawn the attention of many sects.
Seeing his exceptional talent, the elders of the Black-and-White Academy had been exceedingly attentive. They had even taken the initiative to increase his rewards, their every word carrying the intent to recruit him.
Yet later, when they discovered that his Great Dao Foundation had been damaged and his cultivation had regressed, their former warmth vanished without a trace, replaced by undisguised indifference.
The warmth and coldness of human relationships, the harshness of the world—all had been displayed with utter clarity in that brief span of time.
"Who would have thought... the first stop of this Sect Promotion Grand Competition would actually be the Black-and-White Academy!"
"What a coincidence indeed!"
Jiang Fan shook his head