The next day's competition was a contest between disciples at the Foundation Establishment stage.
After it ended, some people would also probe the strength of the other sects, using sparring as an excuse to issue challenges.
Su Qiao thought today's matches should be more interesting. Besides, Zhong Lihan, who was already at the Foundation Establishment stage as her disciple, also had to participate, so she did not skip the event that day.
Beauty, talent, cultivation, and background—Su Qiao lacked none of them.
As one of the outstanding figures among the younger generation of the Cultivation World, as well as its universally acknowledged number-one beauty, Su Qiao was extremely popular among the younger generation.
The moment she appeared, she immediately drew the admiring gazes of countless young cultivators.
Zhong Lihan, standing behind her, grew darker and darker in the face. He was only one step away from losing his temper on the spot and simply carrying Su Qiao away.
Baili Jing should have been seated in the main seat, but he never did things the conventional way.
He walked over to Su Qiao's side and cast a faint glance at a certain Peak Master Bai sitting beside her.
Under his stare, Peak Master Bai felt his scalp go numb and immense pressure weigh down on him. He hurriedly rose with a knowing look. "Please, take my seat. Please."
"Mm."
Baili Jing gave a slight nod, flicked his white robe, and sat down beside Su Qiao with perfect composure.
Staring at the back of his head, Zhong Lihan felt an overwhelming urge to smash him with a few punches.
Why was he the one who had to pretend to be a child and stand in the back?
Why could that pretentious Baili Jing sit openly beside her?
It happened to be Zhong