The trump card of the Pure Spirit Dao faced the Qingwei Sect, but unfortunately, it failed to make it into the semifinals.
"The Qingwei Sect senior brother is quite formidable. I definitely can't beat him." Zhao Qian said worriedly. It seemed she had begun to regard herself as a member of the Taiqing Sect as well.
She had become a member of the Taiqing Sect. From now on, she would also consider the Dao Sect's interests, while I was still a Rogue Cultivator. This might become a divide between us. After all, there would inevitably be some turbulence between me and the Dao Sect in the future.
The finals were highly appealing, and quite a few grand elders had come out to watch. Among them was naturally the portly old woman from the Tianyuan Sect.
The old woman dragged Wang Yuanyi out while cursing and grumbling. I had no idea what had happened. Wang Yuanyi wore a mournful expression. The injuries on his body seemed to have healed, but he was still disheveled and looked exactly as he had earlier.
Quite a few disciples looked over. Wang Yuanyi deliberately tried to avoid their gazes, but the old woman seemed to bark something like, "Stand up straight!" Wang Yuanyi immediately stood at attention like a policeman.
I didn't dare look at such an old woman for even a moment. Those wearing shoes feared those going barefoot. If that old woman set her sights on me, I'd be done for!
The finals began. Zhao Qian was matched against Yun Jinghong of the Qingwei Sect. After asking around, I learned that Yun Jinghong was the second son of the Qingwei Sect's leader. Despite his young age, he had already entered the Dao and was one of the hottest favorites to win the championship.