The Three Sect Grand Competition came to a hasty end.
In truth, if the Carefree Sect had not suddenly changed the rules and intended to use a strange artifact to ruthlessly screw over the Demon Refining Palace, Li Su would not have needed to come, and even An Ruotong would not have appeared.
Though it had been a grand event, it was also a competition meant to pull the wool over people's eyes.
Its true core did not lie in what a group of Yang Spirit cultivators organizing Yin Spirit, Golden Core, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators had done together. The key was the exchange between the immortals of the three sects.
His cheap senior sister had told him this after she saw the Carefree Sect disciples leave looking utterly crushed, while Sky Without Trace's disciples departed with their heads hanging low to rest.
To be honest, even after hearing his senior sister's explanation, Li Su could not help but be stunned.
This was undeniably somewhat beyond his expectations. After all, this grand gathering had lasted for more than a century and was held once every ten years.
Given an immortal's cultivation, if they truly wanted to pull the wool over people's eyes, once should have been enough. What sort of issue could they have failed to settle after ten whole meetings? More than that, what Li Su found even harder to understand was why a conversation between the strongest immortals at the pinnacle of Wind Province had to be conducted in such a manner.
Whose eyes and ears, exactly, were they trying to deceive?
Could there be some other powerful existence in Wind Province?
Unfortunately, An Ruotong did not continue explaining that topic. She asked about Li Su's cultivation, and upon learning that he had entered the Yin Spirit