Inside the main hall.
A phantom shot swiftly out from a Bronze Ancient Mirror.
Shang Xiuyuan opened his eyes, his expression blank, as if he were still immersed in the interrogation of the nascent soul elder's divine sense.
"Senior Brother Shang, you're awake?"
Beside him, Guo Shan asked in a low voice.
"Mm. What's the situation now?"
Shang Xiuyuan gradually regained clarity and looked ahead at the fewer than fifty Bronze Ancient Mirrors that remained shut, asking softly.
"The time most of the fellow disciples from the sword peaks lasted in the Illusionary Realm didn't differ much. Senior brother Shang, though, compared to last time, you stayed about another half quarter-hour. Congratulations."
Guo Shan immediately replied.
Everyone's specific performance inside the Illusionary Realm was still unclear, but one thing was certain: the longer one stayed in the Illusionary Realm, the easier it was to receive a high score.
"What about Senior Brother Lu?"
"He has not returned yet."
"As expected."
Shang Xiuyuan nodded lightly. Lu Xuan's performance was within his expectations; the key was how much longer he would have to wait before coming out of the Illusionary Realm.
After him, Bronze Ancient Mirrors opened one after another, and cultivators from other sword peaks returned to the main hall in succession.
"Ten Thousand Crane True Lord of Clear Micro Sword Peak has come out. In the last spirit plant competition, he won the only Grade A Middle. I reckon he'll go a step further this time."
"Across the entire Sword Sect, his Spirit Plant Attainment should be among the very best."
"I heard that he's even qualified to cultivate the Seventh Grade Sword Grass Spirit Seeds nurtured in Heart Sword Lake."
Everyone talked all at once.
Ten Thousand Crane True Lord had crane-white hair and a childlike face, his eyes