The Night Before the Tournament (1)

Shen Yuxi brought the little tagalong at his side straight to Vast Cosmos Hall.

Before the enormous spirit-jade notice board outside the hall, quite a few cultivators from various sects and schools had already gathered, all craning their heads to look. Flowing spirit-light inscriptions clearly engraved upon the board laid out the detailed schedule for the entire Hundred Sects Tournament, allowing all attendees to understand the general itinerary and rounds of competition.

As for the specific details of tomorrow's opening ceremony—such as personnel placements and other matters involving internal sect arrangements—the notice board naturally did not list them in detail.

With a clear purpose in mind, Shen Yuxi led Ye Xi into the hall. A sweep of his gaze soon found Ye Jingxuan, who was giving instructions to several disciples.

Though Ye Jingxuan still stood straight as a pine and commanded affairs with composure, the lingering exhaustion between his brows was plainly visible. During this period, as one of the key figures coordinating reception and preparations, he had been so busy his feet scarcely touched the ground, needing to attend to every matter, great and small.

Only today, with personnel from every side more or less settled and the procedures finally straightened out, had his taut nerves been able to loosen slightly, stealing a brief moment to catch his breath.

Seeing Shen Yuxi arrive, surprise flickered through Ye Jingxuan's eyes. He promptly finished carefully explaining his remaining affairs to the disciples beside him before coming over.

Before he could speak, his gaze naturally fell upon the little bundle at Shen Yuxi's side, tightly clutching the corner of his senior brother's sleeve and curiously studying him with round black eyes.

"Second Senior Brother." Ye Jingxuan first cupped his hands in salute, then bent slightly with a gentle smile as he looked