"Elder Brother Zhong Ming, are you sure it's here?"
On a mountain path, three martial artists gathered together and looked toward the distant peak.
At the head of the group was a handsome young noble with swordlike brows and bright, starry eyes. He wore a white robe edged in pale gold, his long hair tied high. As he walked, his clothes fluttered in the breeze, making him look utterly carefree.
This man was Zhong Ming. He came from Wu Du, had a noble background, and had reached the Seventh Turn in cultivation.
That was right. He wasn't in the top ten, but that was only because the top ten had to include four people from the other Martial Cities.
If the rankings were based purely on cultivation and strength, Wu Du had at least eight geniuses who had reached the Seventh Turn, and the number of Sixth Turn experts was already in double digits.
That was the fundamental difference between Wu Du and the Four Great Martial Cities. The geniuses of Wu Du led the pack by far, in both quality and quantity.
Behind Zhong Ming stood a young man and a young woman.
The girl who had just asked the question was named Luo Xue. Her cultivation was at the Fifth Turn.
The other, a silent young man named Luo Yin, had reached Nirvana Sixth Turn.
The two were siblings. They were following Zhong Ming because they had received some inside information before the Mitian Grand Assembly began.
"Do we really not need to hunt demons?" Luo Xue asked again.
Zhong Ming smiled confidently and replied nonchalantly, "My uncle asked me to bring you along, so he clearly understands the pros and cons. Rather than placing in the rankings, what matters most is gaining something tangible from this assembly.