At this time, two thousand six or seven hundred cultivators had already gathered in the square. Qin Fengming had previously heard the cultivator surnamed Pang say that whenever the Yellow Springs Palace Secret Realm opened, more than three thousand cultivators would first be selected, followed by the final selection.
It seemed that several hundred of those cultivators had already perished during the secret-realm trial.
Young Gang Leader Zhu, middle-aged cultivator Xue, the old man Ximen, and the many other cultivators who had ties with Qin Fengming were all standing among the crowd, their expressions faintly grave.
Back then, their entanglement with him had left them battered to the bone and bled them dry.
But they were no ordinary people. Even after suffering such a blow, they could still swagger and bluster, which was enough to show the depth of their foundations and strength.
"Fairy Lu, may I ask where the Elder Pang who came here with us is now? Why haven't I seen him appear here?"
After scanning the crowd once more, Qin Fengming spotted the white-bearded old man but not the Elder Pang who had once been at odds with him. He could not help asking.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Fei, you don't know? Elder Pang lost an arm to his opponent during a wagered battle, so he also lost his chance to compete for the position of Banner Wielder. I imagine he should be in secluded cultivation somewhere by now."
Lu Suzhen's charming eyes crinkled with laughter as she spoke in a tender voice. She seemed utterly unconcerned about the cultivator surnamed Pang.
As her soft words drifted out, the dozen or so cultivators standing nearby all trembled inwardly. Their eyes flashed with unusual light, leaving Qin Fengming speechless.
The Xu family female cultivator possessed a naturally seductive charm,