Xiao Wanfeng had crossed mountains and rivers through every realm, all to follow in the footsteps of the Eighth Sword Immortal.
But with the frail body of a mere mortal, by the time he truly reached the White Cavern, the great battle was already over.
After winding about, he had come to East Heavenly King City, hoping to pass the Royal City Trial and gauge the strength of swordsmanship geniuses from every realm.
Yet because of Pixiu Mountain, he had drawn the pursuit of Night Cats and other hidden forces from the major royal cities.
Left with no choice, he heard that First Pavilion Under Heaven, which had entered East Heavenly King City just like him, was a demi-saint aristocratic clan that was currently recruiting with great fanfare and offering rather generous benefits.
Once the thought of "it was cool beneath a great tree" arose, it could no longer be stopped.
So early that morning, he had joined the crowd and lined up.
After waiting through the entire morning, he had finally reached a position somewhat closer to the front.
He was still worried that all the positions might already be filled, but since Young Master Xu of First Pavilion Under Heaven had not announced the end of the event, he still had a sliver of hope.
As wild thoughts swirled through his mind, a white-robed Throne beside him suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
"Little brother, what's the situation with this First Pavilion Under Heaven?"
Xiao Wanfeng froze and turned his head.
The man carried himself with extraordinary bearing, clearly unlike those fellows who wanted to cut in line and cause trouble.
Moreover, with his keen Perception and his experiences of being hunted all the way here, Xiao Wanfeng could tell at a glance that the man before him