The next morning, the North Snow Sect's Inner Sect plaza was packed and roaring with noise.
Countless figures had gathered there. In the open space at the center of the plaza, all 150 True Disciples from the Four Great Sects stood in formation, their robes fluttering and their auras heavy.
Around the outside of the plaza, ordinary disciples crowded together, craning their necks to watch. Some were North Snow Sect disciples, while others were Inner Sect disciples who had come with the other three sects. The buzz of discussion rose and fell like waves.
"I wonder if our North Snow Sect can get a good ranking this time. We didn't even make the top three two years ago. What a shame!" A North Snow Sect disciple rubbed his hands, his eyes full of anticipation.
"I heard the rewards this time are several times richer than in previous years. If we make the top three, we'll make an absolute killing! But although Senior Brother Chen Wu is formidable, beating Liu Tianxiang and Yun Shan will probably be a little beyond him..."
"Look over at Feiyun Sect. The one in the blue robe is Ye Feng, right?" another disciple suddenly said, pointing at Ye Feng with a teasing tone.
"I heard he hadn't even broken through to the True Condensation realm before being made a True Disciple by special dispensation. Isn't he here to be the tournament's practice target? He can't beat anyone—he's just making up the numbers."
Similar discussions reached Ye Feng's ears, but he paid them no mind. He simply stood calmly among the Feiyun Sect's ranks, his gaze sweeping across the plaza.
Today's Grand Tournament would be the stage on which he displayed his strength. Every doubt would be shattered by power.
Just then, an aged voice rang across