After the silence, someone could not help saying, "This year, the Sect Master not only placed our own disciples into the Heavenly Profound Space, but also drastically changed the rules. What exactly is the meaning of this?"
"According to previous years, it was never this serious. No matter how strict things became, they would not have put the geniuses nurtured by our Profound Dao Sect into the Heavenly Profound Space. Though we may not be satisfied with the geniuses our Profound Dao Sect has raised, to those geniuses from the outside world, they are still far too cruel. They are simply not on the same level."
"Hehe, you still do not understand? As a coastal prefecture, Fengyang Prefecture is much weaker than the other eleven prefectures. We have merely refused to admit it. In a contest a hundred years ago, the geniuses of our Profound Dao Sect suffered a crushing setback, making the Sect Master lose a great deal of face."
A voice rang out loudly, causing many people to suddenly fall silent. The entire space became incomparably quiet. Clearly, this person's words had struck a sore spot for many of them.
No one wished to admit that they were inferior to others, and they were no exception. Yet the battle from a hundred years ago had forced them to acknowledge it.
And now, this person's words had stirred up memories of that battle from a hundred years ago.
But after thinking carefully, these people suddenly realized that something was off about the speaker's voice. They all raised their heads and saw an old man slowly approaching with a wine gourd in hand.
"It's Daoist Qinghe."
"Martial Uncle Qinghe!"
"Greetings, Martial Uncle Qinghe!"
No one knew what divine ability this old man possessed, but he was called Daoist Qinghe and