That boy kept calling me Uncle, Uncle, making me break out in a cold sweat for fear that someone would recognize me. This had definitely been something Shen Jinzhao had told him. In recent years, my disciples had grown very close to the boys from Li Poxiao's household, and there had long been no secrets between them. So I wasn't surprised that my little nephew had suddenly run over and called me Uncle.
Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on the beautiful men and women. Compared with them, my current appearance was rather unsightly, so I hadn't attracted anyone's notice. Still, I had to remind the boy, so I said, "This is still the territory of the Immortal Transcenders. Don't treat it like your own backyard."
"Hehe, how could I? I kept my voice quiet enough." My little nephew hunched his head.
Li Zuoxing soon drifted into the teleportation point. I had no intention of spending more time with my little nephew, so I followed him and teleported to the competition grounds.
I stood on a flat grassland. Several miles away, scattered stretches of primeval forest began to appear. Li Zuoxing and I faced each other, both seeing the desire for victory in the other's eyes.
His fighting spirit was direct and unmistakable. Soon, his sword was unsheathed as well.
A three-foot silver-white divine weapon appeared in his hand. A yin-yang Taiji symbol formed the hilt, while the blade was covered in runes. I had no idea how many years of tempering it had undergone. It could be called the pinnacle of divine weapons I had ever seen that could be refined. Naturally, it could no longer be described with some general rank like an immortal artifact.
"It's a fine sword," I said calmly. Li Zuoxing's expression turned solemn as he