Xiao Yun's test drew everyone's attention.
After all, Xiao Yun had ranked first before.
Naturally, everyone treated the first place with a little extra favor.
Even the immortal beside the Immortal Stele recognized Xiao Yun. Smiling, he said, "Prince Li Yun, quite a few seniors are watching you already. If you perform well this time, becoming a disciple under a Saint is practically guaranteed."
He was very courteous toward Xiao Yun because he knew there was a strong chance Xiao Yun would enter a Saint's tutelage.
That would be a single step to the heavens. In the future, Xiao Yun would be a Saint's disciple—who would dare provoke him when he went out?
Although Saints had countless disciples and grand-disciples, those attending the birthday celebration were all second- and third-generation disciples of Saints. In other words, after Xiao Yun entered a Saint's tutelage, he would at the very least be a third- or fourth-generation disciple, many generations above those ordinary disciples and grand-disciples. Naturally, he would receive far greater importance.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior!"
Xiao Yun bowed to the immortal before him. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he displayed exceptionally good manners, making the big shots on the Immortal Platform nod repeatedly.
Neither arrogant nor impetuous—a fine seedling indeed. No wonder his resolve and will were so formidable.
I must hold back even more!
Xiao Yun looked at the Immortal Stele before him, then raised his fist. He pretended to strain, gritted his teeth, and put on the appearance of launching a full-force strike.
The performance was absolutely Oscar-worthy.
It would surely fool those big shots on the Immortal Platform.
Unfortunately, Xiao Yun had overlooked one thing.
The quality of the Immortal Stele.
Boom... crack!
Under Xiao Yun's punch, the Immortal Stele before him first erupted with blinding light,