On the twelfth day of the seventh month, the weather was still fair and sunny.
During the Yellow River Assembly, there could be no foul weather.
The Pillars of the Six Directions still towered into the heavens, as people from every kingdom filed in.
Six Supreme Venerables' Dharma Forms descended, towering between heaven and earth.
True Person Yu Xi of Yujing Mountain appeared to preside over the main competition, and that Mr. Ao took his seat once more.
Everything was no different from the day before. The only change was that the prodigies competing today were from the Inner Palace realm.
Jiang Wang was still seated in the very front row.
His friends from Qi were seated not far behind him.
They had already offered him all the words of encouragement they could, and no one came to bother him now.
Ye Lingxiao and his daughter sat in the northwest stands, speaking softly about something.
He was indeed following True Person Ye's instructions, keeping up the charade in front of Du Ruhui and pretending not to know him.
Chongxuan Zun had come today, too, and was still seated beside him. After a night of treatment, he still looked very weak, but at least he was no longer in any danger.
All in all, the splendid scene was as before, and the auspicious hour awaited its song.
Jiang Wang laid his sword across his knees, resting both hands lightly upon it as he sat upright in silence.
He had truly begun his cultivation when he was very young.
But those disciples from the Name Gates had been nurtured from childhood under the guidance of the strong, their bodies conditioned to improve their chances of successfully opening their meridians. Their cultivation methods, secret arts, and even their experiences were all arranged in