Chen Fan shook his head wordlessly. Gao Yueyue placed too much importance on the Dragon Saliva True Water and wanted to secure victory in this exchange conference using the method she had the most confidence in. Seeing that she was unwilling to take risks, Chen Fan said nothing more and continued waiting outside the plaza with Huang Cheng and Tang Xue.
Before long, Gao Yueyue appeared. Still clad in white, with the Shu Mountain emblem sewn onto her sleeves, she rode a flying sword down from the heavens. Amid the reverent and yearning gazes of countless disciples, she descended like a celestial maiden, landing on the ground and walking toward the three willowwood chairs set on the eastern side of the arena. She then turned and seated herself in the middle chair.
"Disciples pay respects to Peak Master Gao!" Many disciples of the Eighth Peak cupped their hands and bowed, calling out in unison.
"No need for such formalities." Gao Yueyue's expression remained blank. With a flick of her jade-white fingers, a gentle force helped the disciples straighten up.
"Thank you, Peak Master." Many of them said joyfully, feeling that she was the most approachable Peak Master in all the generations.
Huang Cheng was among them, his face full of reverence for Gao Yueyue as he said in a low voice, "Peak Master Gao is the least pretentious Peak Master I've ever seen."
"I wouldn't say so." Tang Xue was rather unconvinced.
At that moment, Gao Yueyue said in a deep voice, "Where are the ten disciples participating in this exchange conference?"
As soon as her words fell, several Foundation Establishment Middle Stage disciples appeared and walked to stand at Gao Yueyue's side, remaining there without a word.
After pondering briefly, Chen Fan also stepped forward.
"Senior Brother Chen Feng,