The fifth floor of the Heaven-Reaching Tower was an exceptionally grand hall. Five seats stood at the top, while below them lay countless densely packed meditation cushions.
At this moment, four of the five seats above were already occupied, with only the last one left empty.
Thirty-five figures sat cross-legged upon the cushions below, each of them accompanied by ten seated figures behind them.
Without exception, the thirty-five figures at the front were all supreme prodigies, while the cultivators behind them were merely talented juniors brought out from their respective clans.
The atmosphere in the hall was incomparably oppressive. It was deathly quiet, and no one spoke.
The next moment, the doors of the hall opened, and everyone turned to look.
Ye Feng, dressed in purple robes and wearing a calm expression, strode over step by step. Ten prodigies from the Great Shang Sacred Dynasty followed behind him.
Ye Feng paid no heed to the gazes around him. He walked straight to the front, glanced at the sole vacant seat, and sat down without the slightest hesitation. The ten prodigies behind him stood respectfully at his back.
At this sight, the gazes around them carried a trace of displeasure.
They seemed rather dissatisfied with Ye Feng's actions.
"Brother Ye Feng, you're late this time," Sword Heart said with a smile, looking at Ye Feng from beside him.
"Something delayed me on the way. But it seems I'm not the last to arrive."
Ye Feng looked at the somewhat empty hall, his words carrying another meaning.
The Northern Demon Domain was home to a forest of countless races, with living beings beyond number. Yet there were only a pitiful few dozen supreme prodigies in the hall right now. Clearly, that was abnormal.
That meant many people had yet to arrive.
"Brother