The drums echoed throughout the city, their deep, wild resonance steeped in the weight of ages.
Even Lu Bai felt his hands itching as he listened, eager for a fight.
Leading the Qingwang Sect disciples out of the arena, he followed the purple clouds in the sky toward the city center.
Looking up, he saw that some particularly showy disciples from the immortal sects had chosen to fly there on rainbow light.
After all, aside from Lu Bai, every Qingwang Sect disciple was only at the Qi Refining stage and couldn't fly.
Since it didn't seem right to leave Fatty Feng and the others behind, Lu Bai ultimately decided to lead them there on foot.
It wasn't far anyway.
Xuanzhou had hundreds of immortal sects, both large and small.
No matter how strong or weak a sect was, it wasn't difficult to find some disciples under thirty and put together a team.
Nearly every sect had sent more than a dozen disciples.
With all those disciples together, the total number was considerable.
By the time Lu Bai led the Qingwang Sect disciples to the city center, the training grounds were already packed with cultivators.
The teams were clearly separated from one another. Even those on friendly terms only chatted from a short distance away.
Hundreds of seats had been arranged on the high platform above the grounds for the elders and renowned figures leading the various immortal sects.
"Heh, your disciples from Vine Tower look sharp."
"Not at all. They still can't compare to your Tianji Sect."
"Their muscles are taut and tinged with gold. Could it be that the Golden Scale Evil Suppressing Art has reached mastery? It looks like the Golden Scale Holy Land's Holy Son will once again stand above everyone else this year."
The high-ranking