There was no need to mention the one leading them. My little nephew looked even more confident this time, and his handsome bearing was not the least bit inferior to Li Poxiao's in his youth. With a treasured sword strapped to his back, he walked with an indescribable air of authority and composure. Calling him a prodigy would not be an overstatement.
The man and woman following behind him were also strikingly handsome and beautiful. While one could not help praising this perfect pair for their looks, it was equally clear that they possessed extraordinary aptitude.
These two were Li Poxiao's last disciples, Li Chenfei and Li Lingxian, both true successors of the Qiankun Dao. There was no need to mention their swordsmanship. From what Li Poxiao had said during the previous competition, if he had brought these two children to participate, the champion of that battle in the Heaven Realm might not have been the Heaven Realm at all. That alone showed how formidable they were.
Of course, the lineup I had sent back then had not been our strongest either. Shaozi and Xiangling could not participate, since that would have been bullying, while Shen Jinzhao had ordered me to face the wall and reflect on my mistakes.
Thinking back, it seemed that the three great factions had later held the official first spell contest in the Heaven Realm together. Unfortunately, I had been petrified by then and had no idea whether it had actually happened. I did not know whose team had won, either.
"Everyone, long time no see. How about we go have a drink together?" my little nephew said with a grin. Shen Jinzhao curled her lips into a knowing smile. "You're treating?"
"No way. There are too many of you. You treat. Besides, you're all