The Night Before the Finals

Ruijin Tower.

"My congratulations to Deputy Envoy Ling on achieving [Martial Form]. Our Martial Alliance has gained another Martial Artist—truly a joyous occasion." The beautiful woman approached gracefully, covering her mouth as she giggled coquettishly.

Ling Xiangshan calmly pushed away the beautiful woman who tried to lean against him. "You flatter me, Poison Madam. Ling does not deserve such praise."

"Deputy Envoy Ling need not be modest. The moment we become Martial Artists, we are no longer ordinary mortals." Beneath the Iron Mask Sect leader's mask, his face forced out a stiff smile.

"We can save the congratulations for later. If we do not head to the banquet hall now, Young Master He will likely grow impatient." Poison Madam gestured for an attendant to lead the way, and the three walked side by side.

The moment he entered the banquet hall, Ling Xiangshan's gaze fell upon the figure seated at the central seat of honor, and his heart sank slightly.

A [Young Child]-realm expert of the Martial Alliance, Young Master He was said to be a young powerhouse from one of the Martial Alliance's eight major branches.

Ling Xiangshan took a seat at the far end on the right, and a beautiful maid immediately stepped forward to pour him wine.

Had he failed to achieve [Martial Form], there would not have been a place for him here.

"Tomorrow marks the start of the finals, and the moment the Martial Alliance announces its return to the world!" Young Master He was brimming with high spirits, the flames of ambition blazing fiercely in his eyes.

As the young sect master of Guiyuan Upper Sect, one of the Martial Alliance's eight major branches, everything he did now was preparation for one day taking the position of Martial Alliance Leader.

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