Wen Min smiled at that and nodded slightly.
"To speak of it is embarrassing. At the last tournament, Martial Uncle Cang Xuan came first, Senior Brother Xiao second, I was lucky enough to come third, and Martial Uncle Mu of Xiaozhu Peak came fourth.
And now, sixty years later, Martial Uncle Cang Xuan, Senior Brother Xiao Yicai, and Martial Uncle Mu have all broken through to Shangqing, while I'm still struggling at the ninth level of Yuqing. It's embarrassing."
Qi Hao paid no mind to what others thought and spoke so frankly.
Just then, a shriek suddenly rang out above the square. It sounded like thunder and shook the entire area, drawing everyone's attention.
Hundreds of Qingyun Disciples in the square looked up. A streak of red light shot toward them and stopped above the square in an instant. A red Immortal Sword radiated streams of immortal aura as it hovered in midair. Standing upon it was a Daoist from Tongtian Peak's main sect branch. He called out loudly to the disciples of the various Peaks gathered below, "Senior Brothers, the Sect Master and the various Heads have ordered that all Senior Brothers participating in the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament come to Yuqing Hall for a meeting."
The mountain wind blew, and white clouds drifted mistily through the sky. The hundreds of Qingyun Disciples in the square stirred briefly before people began walking out one after another toward the front of the square.
Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan walked side by side. They stepped onto Rainbow Bridge's ingenious span and watched the clear water trickling down both sides, still reflecting a dazzling, beautiful rainbow of seven colors. Five years ago, they had been two boys who knew nothing of the world. Now, they were both disciples of the Qingyun