As time passed, more and more figures gathered around them, until the previously empty seats were all filled.
Throughout it all, the three men in black remained motionless, staring fixedly at Qin Unrivaled, Ye Lin, and the others.
It seemed they intended to kill them all.
At this moment, the descent ceremony for the Ten Thousand Sword Sect's Young Sword Master had begun.
This descent ceremony was a sense of ritual unique to major powers. It announced to the surrounding factions that their young Sword Master was heading down the mountain to seek his fortune, asking them to keep their eyes open—or, should other factions encounter him, to show him some courtesy.
It was simply meant to bolster their own prodigy's prestige.
Just as the descent ceremony reached its final stage, a streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky.
That streak was incomparably dazzling. Beneath the gazes of countless people, it slowly descended onto the distant plaza.
This left the young man who had originally been the main character—the Ten Thousand Sword Sect's Young Sword Master—somewhat dumbfounded.
As the light gradually faded, a man clad in a dragon robe stood smiling at the center of the plaza.
"Damn it, it's him."
Seeing that figure on the plaza, Qin Unrivaled clenched his fists, even withdrawing his gaze.
"The First Prince of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty—my mortal enemy."
Before Ye Lin could ask, Qin Unrivaled spoke first.
Upon hearing this, Xu Feng, seated behind him, had a flicker pass through his eyes.
Since ancient times, the heir was chosen by legitimacy, not seniority. Their cultivation world followed this principle as well.
This fellow was the Third Prince, and his background was far too formidable. His greatest threat was this First Prince, the future Emperor of the Great Qin Imperial Dynasty.