The drinking session lasted until heaven and earth blurred.
It was not until noon the next day that everyone gradually sobered up.
After a brief rest, Li Zhexian and his group saw the three teams off outside Heaven Dou City.
"Jian Jiu..."
Feng Xiaotian fixed his blazing gaze on Li Zhexian and said solemnly:
"This time, I lost."
"Six months from now, at the Soul Master Competition, we'll settle this again!"
Huo Wushuang raised his crimson brows and asked:
"Brother Jian Jiu, you'll be participating in the Soul Master Competition, right?"
Li Zhexian thought for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.
"Who can say what will happen six months from now?"
"At least for now, I'm not particularly interested."
Huo Wu stepped forward and lightly punched Li Zhexian in the chest, her smile bright and bold.
"Jian Jiu, you have to participate!"
"Within these six months, we'll definitely find a way to counter your sword techniques!"
The leading teachers' calls of urging grew increasingly insistent.
Hu Yanli of the Elephant Armor Sect stood with six burly men, his voice booming like a bell.
"Brother Jian Jiu, Yu Tianheng, and friends!"
"See you all at the Soul Master Competition in six months!"
"Take care!"
Dust rose along the official road.
The figures of the three teams gradually receded amid the dust, eventually becoming indistinct black dots.
Li Zhexian and the others watched them for a while before turning back toward the city.
"Jian Jiu..."
Yu Tianheng suddenly halted and said seriously:
"How about..."
"You join the Imperial Dou Team? I'm willing to give up the captain's position!"
"With you here, the Soul Master Competition championship will surely belong to our Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"
The moment those words were spoken—
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling's beautiful eyes lit