The results of the first stage of the Chosen One Tournament trials were announced that very evening.
At the entrance to the summit, disciples of the Primordial Sect recorded each contestant's number and arrival time. After descending the mountain, they compiled the records beside the stone pillar's base in Primordial City's circular plaza. Set into the base was a stone slab that had been polished repeatedly, engraved with formation lines related to the trial. When the record keepers placed the summit climbers' wooden tokens into the grooves along its edge, the slab lit up with corresponding points of light, arranged from bottom to top along the markings on the pillar's base.
Zhao Feng and Su Qingwan came to the plaza early the next morning to check the rankings. Several rings of people had already gathered around the pillar's base, most of them contestants and fellow disciples accompanying them. Zhao Feng spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd. Gao Chong, the tall young man from the Primordial Sect, stood near the inner edge with a calm expression, the star-chart patterns on his cuffs shimmering with fine silver light in the morning sun. Han Mingyuan and several other disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect stood on the other side of the plaza. Farther away, beside him, stood a young man of medium build with a square face, whose distinguished bearing also drew attention.
The young man he had seen yesterday, dressed in a gray Daoist robe with silver cloud patterns on the sleeves, stood nearby as well, with a small circle of people around him.
Zhao Feng turned his gaze to the markings on the pillar's base. The points of light were arranged from top to bottom. The top three had the deepest colors and the steadiest glow, with the corresponding