Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
That morning, above Evergreen Peak, a voice-transmission talisman fell like a meteor and exploded before Chen Changqing's cave dwelling, transforming into Chen Yuan's steady voice.
"Changqing, Lu Tian, Chen Yuan, come to Headmaster's Hall at once."
Chen Changqing pushed open the door and stepped outside, morning light spilling over him.
He glanced up at the sky and took a deep breath.
Was it finally beginning?
By the time he reached the white jade plaza before Headmaster's Hall, Lu Tian and Chen Yuan were already waiting there.
Lu Tian wore a tense expression as he paced back and forth.
Chen Yuan, meanwhile, held his sword and leaned against a white jade pillar with his eyes closed, man and sword seeming to meld into one.
The moment he saw Chen Changqing arrive, Lu Tian hurried over.
"Senior Brother, you're finally here! I'm nervous to death! Do you think we'll run into some ancient monsters who've lived for tens of thousands of years in this tournament?"
Chen Changqing patted his shoulder.
"Relax. If we do, I'll go first."
Lu Tian froze, then immediately felt much more at ease.
Chen Changqing turned to Chen Yuan, who happened to open his eyes as well.
"Ready?"
Chen Yuan nodded and uttered two words.
"Kill people."
Chen Changqing smiled.
Good. They were both in fine form.
One was in charge of being nervous, one was in charge of killing, and he was in charge of covering for them.
Perfect.
Lu Tian still looked impatient, battle intent surging from his entire body. If the occasion had not been inappropriate, he probably would have started warming up on the spot.
Chen Yuan stood quietly to one side, the Starfall Sword strapped to his back. He seemed like a peerless divine