The Falling Cloud Sect's Sect Grand Competition was held on the main peak.
From Cloud Perch Valley to the main peak, it took about half an incense stick's time by flight.
But today was a special day, and ordinary disciples had all been restricted from flying, so they could only go on foot.
Jiang Fan walked slowly along the mountain path paved with bluestone. Towering ancient trees lined both sides, and spirit birds sang and trilled.
The farther up he went, the louder the crowds became.
Even the air was filled with a mixture of excitement and tension.
"Senior Brother Duan!"
"Greetings, Senior Brother Duan!"
"..."
Along the way, disciples he knew and did not know would occasionally cup their hands and greet him.
Jiang Fan did not put on airs either, nodding back politely to each of them.
After about an hour, he finally arrived atop the main peak.
When he passed through the final layer of restrictive light screen, the magnificent scene at the summit of the main peak instantly came into view.
There stood a martial arena a thousand zhang across, paved entirely with a single piece of Qingyao Stone, so polished it could reflect a person's face.
Around it, faint runes and streams of flowing light flickered, making it incomparably sturdy.
At this moment, the circular stands outside the arena were already packed with people.
Several thousand inner and outer disciples of the Falling Cloud Sect had gathered there, their robes fluttering.
Among the seats, stewards and elders could occasionally be seen moving through the crowd.
But the most eye-catching spot was the highest part of the stands, where the sect master and several high-ranking members of the sect were seated in order.
"Wow, so many people came for this Sect Grand Competition!"
"Yeah! It's so