Night had fallen. Jiang Lin sat atop Twin Pearl Peak Summit, gazing at the stars filling the sky.
Since his master had not returned and Jiu Yi was staying with Madam Chen at Chen Manor, Jiang Lin sat alone in the courtyard like a solitary soul.
With the desolation of the evening wind brushing past him, Jiang Lin felt deeply moved...
Recalling what Jiji Bo and the others had said today about the Eleven Battle, Jiang Lin could not help sighing inwardly.
One wave had barely settled before another rose. Although Jiang Lin knew this day would come sooner or later, he had never expected it to arrive so quickly.
The Eleven Battle.
As its name implied, the Demon Race World and the Vast and Righteous World would each send eleven experts to fight one-on-one, with each party bearing responsibility for life and death.
The invitation to the Eleven Battle had already been delivered to Madam Chen's residence in Ten Thousand Mile City. Since the Sun Moon Sect had people in Ten Thousand Mile City, it had quickly obtained the first-hand news. The Eleven Battle had not yet spread throughout the Vast and Righteous World.
However, Jiang Lin believed that it would not be long before this matter spread across the entire Vast and Righteous World. By then, the whole world would likely be boiling over.
The Eleven Battle had been scheduled for this day three years later—that was to say, the seventh day of the seventh month.
This world had neither the legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl nor any Valentine's Day, but the seventh day of the seventh month still held a different meaning.
Because the first Eleven Battle in history had taken place on that day.
Three years might give mortals plenty of time to