Bai Jizi was right. Before long, the mist around them dispersed.
As soon as it cleared, Xu Yi was astonished to find the entire plaza packed with people. Everywhere he looked, he saw experts.
In truth, he knew that most cultivators would never make it through the mist. He had assumed that only a handful would reach this place, but he hadn't expected there to be so many.
Then he realized: it wasn't that so many people had made it here, but that the number who had entered Guangcheng Immortal Mansion was simply enormous.
Xu Yi had no time to dwell on it. Just as he was about to leave, a streak of red light shot straight at his chest. He casually waved a hand, and a patch of light appeared before him. With a pop, the red beam and the light annihilated each other.
"Tao Jingsheng, I've been searching high and low for you!"
Xu Yi gave a cold laugh and headed west.
A young man with a sinister air stood over there. It was none other than Tao Jingsheng.
Several months had passed, and just as Executive Zheng had said, Tao Jingsheng had advanced to the Wind Tribulation realm. His temperament had changed drastically as well. The open, elegant young master he'd once been had become a gloomy cultivator.
"Fate plays cruel tricks. Even a rat can win Heaven's favor."
Tao Jingsheng stared coldly at Xu Yi and spoke in a chilling voice.
He was unhappy—truly unhappy. One of the main reasons he'd entered Guangcheng Immortal Mansion was to deal with Xu Yi.
Back when he was at Calamity Tribulation Layer One, taking care of Xu Yi, who was at Spiritual Root Layer Three, had already been unrealistic.
He'd assumed that once he successfully advanced to the Wind