Perhaps because quite a commotion had been kicked up these past few days, several Lineages had made preparations in advance, so the internal selection tournament was convened very quickly. This time, it was held at one of the large martial arenas belonging to the Mao Household. Mao Chuchu stood on the platform in a close-fitting dress, a treasured sword in hand, her bearing graceful and captivating. Quite a few people stared until their eyes went straight.
There were four family sects sending out their own disciples and offspring this time, and Mao Chuchu of the Mao Household was a guaranteed seeded contestant. There was no doubt about that. After all, Mao Song was a candidate for city lord, so it was only natural that he would occupy half the spots according to the rules.
Thus, the offspring and disciples sent by the other four families had all been meticulously selected. Every one of them was a Dao Three realm cultivator.
Seated in the foremost spectator seat, Mao Song wore a solemn expression. Since I was also in the Dao Three realm, I stood not far from him, alongside several other Dao Three realm cultivators.
There were not many spectators. The several families had only a few dozen immortals among them, including members of the Demon Race, demonic cultivators, and Dao Immortals, each with their own appearance. But without exception, they were all existences above the Upper Three Realms, and there were even quite a few Dao Three realm cultivators among the core figures! From this, one could see how formidable the foundation of the Soaring Cloud Immortal Domain was. Just the people standing here were already incomparable to that little place, the Left-Behind Immortal Domain.
Soon, Zhao Ziyu, Mao Chuchu's master, who had been standing beside Mao Song, drifted down